This is my take on the "February Sucks" line. I have tried to think of Jim and Linda's back story and see if there was something in it that made Linda feel so entitled. That is why I came up with a new character called Helen. I know she is very underdeveloped in this peace. I did try to write more about her backstory but it took the story in the wrong direction and made it way to convoluted and long. As a result I hope to revisit the character in a later story.
I have picked the story up just as Jim goes looking for Linda.
Thanks again to my editor, Kenji. There input is vital.
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"She's all right, you don't need to check on her." Dee was addressing the bartender. "Everything's fine. I'll take care of this." She placed a five on the counter.
I wondered why the bartender looked at me with what seemed like sympathy, as he pocketed the bill. "What... why... but she went there with you? Because you asked her?" I was completely confused.
"Jim, she's not in the restroom. She has left the club."
"Left? Without me? Why? What's the matter? Why didn't she tell me? Where did she go? Is she all right?" I still didn't get it.
"Let's go to the end of the bar, where there's some privacy."
I just went where Dee dragged me. It was quieter in the dark corner at the end of the bar.
Dee looked me in the eye. "Jim, Linda loves you. She loves you and the children more than anything else in the world, and she always will, and you know it. But she is spending tonight with Marc."
I stood there with my mouth open, looking stupid as my world ended. Pictures whirled madly through my mind, or what was left of it. Linda at the top of the stairs in her beautiful blue dress. Linda at dinner; Linda at the club; Linda as we fed wings to each other. Linda in the asshole's arms. My anger rose.
"So, on what was supposed to be our special night, she left me for some asshole jock." I glared at Dee, as I growled out the words.
"Jim, she hasn't left you. She'll come home to you tomorrow, and you'll have plenty of other special nights together.
"She didn't even have the guts to tell me to my face that she was leaving me. She just snuck out the back door."
"Jim, listen to me. She hasn't left you..."
Just then I heard another voice saying, "Don't tell me the silly bitch actually did it?" I looked over Dee's left shoulder to see Helen, dressed in a simple but stunning dress. I had only seen her once in the last twenty years, and that was for ten minutes about two weeks ago.
Helen had been my best friend through elementary school and junior high. We were inseparable, doing homework and playing together. But as we grew older, Helen had become more interested in her career and I wanted to party. As we entered senior high, Helen studied hard, wanting to go to a college on the east coast to become an actuary. We drifted apart, as Helen had stopped going to events and parties. Shortly before senior prom, Dee, who was also in our year, introduced me to a new girl, Linda. Linda and I became friends and, as they say, the rest was history. I took her to the senior prom, we went to State together, and got married.
Helen, on the other hand, stayed home for the senior prom, topped the school in SATs, and got her scholarship to become an actuary. After qualification, she had joined a large insurance company and for the next fifteen years, worked her way to a VP position.
Several years ago, I found her on my 'people you might know' section on Facebook, and we connected. Apart from a few messages nothing more was said. I did notice her profile said 'single', and I always wondered why she had never married.
About a year ago, there was a big splash in our local business paper about the insurance company she worked for, opening a new office in our state to cover its expanding business in the Northwest. A few months later, the same paper ran another story about Helen moving back to our city to run the office.
I sent her a message congratulating her, but nothing was ever planned and no meeting was proposed.
All remained quiet until just after the big snow cleared, and I had returned to work. My phone rang with a strange ringtone and when I answered it, it was Helen phoning me on a social media call. We exchanged pleasantries and then she asked to meet me for a coffee, as she had something she needed to show me.
We arranged to meet at ten the next morning, in an out-of-the-way coffee shop that we both went to as teenagers. When Helen walked in, she was dressed in a business suit, but it could not hide the fact that the years had not changed her body, and that smile could still melt my heart at a thousand yards.
We both got coffee and sat down. Helen started "I don't have long, but you need to see this; I am worried for your marriage." She quickly pulled out her phone and opened her Facebook app. She typed in a search and pulled up a page called 'Marc LaValliere wants you'.
It was a private page for women only. LaValliere posted details of where he would be on any given night, and women posted photos of themselves and he would make comments about dancing with them and indicated other things he would like to do. It looked bad, but what did it have to do with me?
Then, Helen scrolled down and I noticed a picture of my wife, wearing a blue dress I had never seen before. I quickly grabbed the phone and noticed the posting had been made by Dee, along with a request that Linda be let in as a member to the group. I checked the comments and LaValliere had said he hoped to see Linda at a specific club the following Friday night, and he would take her away for the 'ride of her life'.