Was I First? (Epilog)
By
littleOneWon
I
thought that the ending to the original story was satisfactory, as did many of you. I understand those who wanted more information about what finally happened to the characters. Here it is: In the end, they all died!
All kidding aside, I value requests from readers. I also try to learn from your comments. Enough of you asked for a more complete ending to convince me to tell you how I see it.
If you are not satisfied with the original ending, read this epilog. Some of you will like it and some won't. Anyone who wants to write a different ending has my permission to do so.
Needless to say, this epilog won't mean much if you haven't read the original story.
l O W
For quite a while, she had convinced herself that she would never be doing this again. Nevertheless, here she was! She removed her Korg keyboard from its case and prepared to play it once again in front of an audience. The path leading to this performance had been a winding one filled with potholes.
She remembered this place very well. This was the town where things came to a head. The place where Charlie got sick. The place where Rollie wanted to celebrate his birthday in her room. The place where she denied him that pleasure. The place where, instead of that, she chose to stay the night with Charlie in his hospital room. The place where she decided to continue the tour with Charlie while her husband went home and filed for a divorce.
She remembered wondering if Charlie had faked his illness just to ensure that she would complete the tour. She didn't, however, wonder about that any longer. Charlie was diagnosed with lung cancer and began his intensive treatment sessions just a few weeks after that ill-fated tour ended. The cancer must have started that very night in this very town. She wondered about the hospital. Did they take any X-rays? Why didn't they find the cancer?
Thinking about those things led her to memories of how bad things were when the tour ended and she got home. Rollie had left her and filed for a divorce. Those were the darkest of days.
When she finally got a chance to meet with Rollie, it didn't go well. She remembered all of his "Was I First When?" statements. Then came his almost-poetic, soul-wrenching ending remarks.
When he finished, he locked eyes with her and waited. When she made no effort to retaliate or even respond, he rose from his chair and shook hands with his attorney. Then he walked over to the secretary and spoke to her for several seconds. As he was walking toward the door, everyone heard her say, "I will email it to you right away, Mr. Wilson."
As she watched her husband leave the room, she remained frozen in place. Her reason for requesting the meeting and all of her preparations for it had been misdirected!
She came prepared to convince the love of her life that she hadn't betrayed him. Her big gun was the offer to take a lie detector test. That would prove once and for all that she had never had sex with Charlie Nestle.
Furthermore, it would show that there hadn't even been anything of a sexual nature between them. She would prove there was no physical or emotional affair. Her answers would prove who was first in her heart. Those answers would prove once and for all that her husband had always occupied that position. The test results would put an end to the whole divorce mess.
All of her planning went down the drain when Rollie made it plain that he didn't care whether or not she had fucked Charlie or what place he held in her heart. That was not his primary concern. He was not accusing her of those things. He was charging her with putting him second to Charlie Nestle in every way that mattered with her actions. It was her actions that drove him to file for a divorce. No test of any kind could change her actions. It was a lost cause.
Hearing that, she realized that all of her preparations were in vain. She was loaded for bear, but the bear never appeared. As she thought about the things her son had told her, she realized that Rollie had always been saying exactly what he said that day. She had been hearing "adultery" when he said "actions."
She had just wasted an opportunity to correct his thinking about being second to Charlie. She had been frozen in place when he locked eyes with her awaiting a response that never came. Given what she had heard previously, why did she fail to see that his primary concern was that she repeatedly placed Charlie above him with her actions?
It was actually very simple. Rollie saw her actions as the ultimate act of spousal disrespect. His remarks made it as plain as could be. He waited for her answer. His eyes searched her soul. She was stunned and unprepared. It was like she was frozen in a block of ice. She had her chance, and she blew it.
She left without a word to anyone. Her attorney said something, but she ignored him. She went home in a daze. Her marriage had just been removed from life support and allowed to die.
She cried herself to sleep that night. She woke up in a cold sweat despite the warm sunlight coming through her windows. She remembered having a pleasant dream. She had dreamed of her wedding day.
How happy she was! She was with the one person that meant everything to her. They would have the best marriage ever! They would have children together. They would become a family. They would become grandparents. They would grow old together. Only death would be able to pry them apart.
That dream was followed by another one. It flashed her back to when Charlie had let her play that Korg keyboard. She loved it!
He told her she could have it if she would become his accompanist. She agreed to do it without any discussion with her husband. After that, she watched him heading to bed without a word to her. Even in her dream, she knew that she had made a big mistake. When she crawled into bed, he was (or pretended to be) already asleep.
Throughout their marriage, they had always kissed before entering slumberland at night. The theory was that if one of them passed away during the night, they would be able to take comfort from the fact that their last act together was to say "I love you" and seal it with a kiss. One might think that their reasoning was bizarre, but both of them had lost a parent to a peaceful but very unexpected nighttime death. It could be lurking in their genes. Nevertheless, the tradition was broken that night.
She woke up convinced that her unilateral action on that "Night of the Korg" was the root cause for all of the heartache that followed. Leaving her husband out of her decision was THE MISTAKE that caused everything else.
The next night, her dreams were invaded by a remembrance of the call she received from Randy when he informed her that Rollie had been saved from bleeding to death by an ER doctor. Randy didn't pull any punches when he read her the riot act. Then he broke her heart with his words about not being able to bring his future children to the loving house where he grew up.
She had recorded that conversation using an app that Rollie had installed on her phone. Rollie hadn't heard those heart-breaking words. She decided that he should hear them. She attached the recording to a message that she titled: "A Message from Randy." She hoped that seeing those words might result in him opening her message for a change. She added a message of her own at the end. He needed to hear that too. She listened to the recording one last time before sending it:
"Mom, why have you abandoned Dad for that egotistical bastard that wouldn't make a pimple on dad's ass? Why did you leave Dad with a nosebleed that ended up having to be packed in an emergency room to keep him from bleeding to death? Was it that important to have breakfast with your insufferable lover? Why have you thrown your marriage away?"
"How did you hear about your dad's nosebleed and that breakfast.?"
"I just got off the phone with him. They're holding him in the hospital until they know for sure that they have correctly identified and fixed the hemorrhaging blood vessel. He told me about his nosebleed problem and a lot more. Things I never thought I would hear about my parents. I thought you two had the best marriage ever. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
"I've often dreamed of the day when I could show my future children -- your future grandchildren -- my room in the happy house that I grew up in. All of that just went up in smoke. Now, my children will be denied the opportunity to visit their grandparents in that house! Instead, what will it be? Perhaps it will be Thanksgiving with you and Christmas with Dad in your respective apartments. My God, woman, who are you, and what have you done with my mom?"