Chapter 03: Seeds of Doubt
I walked into Ms. Murphy's and saw Penny...again. She stood at the front counter, chatting with Melissa; acting all cute, batting her eyes. She let out a phony laugh at something Melissa said, and then placed a hand on her shoulder. Oh hell to the no!
"Hi Melissa," I said in a loud clear voice, strolling over to them.
"Hi Rachel," Melissa said shoving the hand away.
"What some coffee Rachel?" Melissa said.
"Sure" I replied, watching Miss Flirty Mc Flirt out the corner of my eye.
Melissa turned away toward the coffee station. Penny was quite attractive; her strawberry blond hair was styled in a glossy and neat ponytail, her eyes were hazel and she wore a lime green sundress with white ballet flats. She was a perfect specimen of Caucasian beauty.
"You're Rachel, right, Melissa's college BFF?"
"Yes, I remember you. You're Penny."
"That's me!" " You've been here a lot this week I've noticed, hanging around Melissa."
"Why would you care?" she snapped, "it's not you're her girlfriend.
"She is my girlfriend actually."
"Melissa never mentioned you were her girlfriend."
How on earth could Melissa not tell her about me? Crap, it's the return of the Barbie dolls well, one of them anyway, I thought. I readjusted the purse hanging from my shoulder. She was so flirting with Melissa. My gaydar went off the charts.
"Melissa and I had a pretty good thing going." Penny sighed, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. "You look very professional." Penny glanced over my gray pint striped skirt suit and matching high heels. "What do you do?"
"I'm a lawyer."
"That must be a lot of work and hours."
"It is but it is worth it."
"I wonder how much time you actually spend with Melissa."
"I spend plenty of time with her, we live together, and I come to the bakery nearly every day."
"I mention that because Melissa seems stressed out lately. I just wonder if you're a good match. You don't have much in common with each other. She's a baker, you're a lawyer. You can't even share make up with each other."
"What does that have to do with anything?" My face scrunched up in confusion.
"Oh... I know she wants a taste of out some chocolate."
"Excuse me?" I let out a tiny gasp.
"She just must want to know what's like with a woman of color. From my experience it gets stale after a while. Interracial relationships can be fun and exciting for a bit, but how long will it last before the novelty wears off?
" We've been together for over a year! I roared. "I'm a human being, not a novelty!" I blinked back tears, forcing to myself to keep from crying. Some curious people turned in my direction. I snapped my head in their direction. "Do you mind?" Several of them turned away, startled by my wrath.
Penny took a few steps closer to me so she was right in my face and asked in a quiet, malicious tone, "When was the last time she made love you?"
Stunted by my shock and anger, I couldn't answer.
"That's what I thought," Penny sneered.
"Here's your coffee, Rach." Melissa was back with a large Styrofoam cup of coffee and a huge chunk of coffee cake. Her eyes went back and forth between me and Penny who managed to step away from me within the seconds it took for Melissa to notice us. "What is going on?"
"Haven't you noticed Penny has been here a lot this week?" My temper was starting to boil over like a covered pasta pot.
"She just got back to town, we've been catching up." Melissa said.
"When I walked in she was all over you. Why didn't you tell her about us?"
"I was going to.... and" Melissa stammered.
"Then I ask again, why didn't you tell her about us?"
Melissa said nothing.
"You know what, I'm just going to go, let you two 'catch up' so more." I marched out the bakery, my heels clicking loudly against the floor.
When I got home that evening, I tossed my purse and brief case into a corner of the living room. I went to the bedroom and plopped back on the queen size bed with a sigh. The past month was grueling. I was made an associate at the firm which made me busier than ever.
The wedding season was in full swing which meant a lot of work for Melissa as well. She had to bake these elaborate wedding cakes and each detail had to be perfect. We would come home, dragging our feet with barely enough energy to cook a decent meal.
I yanked off my heels, sighing in relief. After giving my feet a massage, I replaced my work suit with a pair of black short shorts and Melissa's green Kiss Me I'm Irish t shirt. I heard a squeak from the bathroom, indicating that Melissa had just finished her post work shower.