The Curse of 1977 (Book 2)

Chapter 27

There sat a red and white, three story home on the very corner of a modest, middle class neighborhood clear on the outskirts of Cypress.The home wasn't as big as the occupants had desired, but at least it was as far away from the city's hustle and bustle as one could possibly get.

A perfectly manicured lawn and well paved driveway is where a 1975 maroon Camaro sat right beside a black 1977 Corvette.Both vehicles were awkwardly parked to where the walkway that led to the house was all but blocked off. If a person wanted to get into the house they would have to use the lawn as an alternative entrance.

On other side of the door was a well lived in dwelling; an oak mantle that supported various pictures of white family members, as well as vacation spots and wedding photos. However, the rest of the living room was rapidly becoming vacant with the passing of days. Gone were the two leather couches, love seat and coffee table that inhabited the area. Up and along the stairs was a loud thumping like that of a herd of humans chasing after one another.

Down the steps came a young, five month pregnant woman with a large box in her arms. In her condition such a strenuous task of carrying a sizable load should have been advised against, but she handled said duty with the stamina of a weight lifter until she reached the living room and simply dropped the box of clothes onto the hardwood floor.

"Julie, I told you I would carry everything out." Jeremiah came rushing after his wife down the stairs.

With a red scarf wrapped around her sweaty, freckled forehead, Julie took off her eyeglasses and said, "Oh, now you're concerned about my welfare?"

As soon as Jeremiah stepped onto the floor, he went for the box and rummaged through his clothing in a rush.

"Do you think your car can fit the rest of the boxes?" Julie huffed.

Standing back up, Jeremiah looked at the woman with disappointment in his sullen eyes. "Look...maybe we should—

"Oh, I almost forgot about those baseball cards of yours." Julie suddenly perked up. "I'll be right back."

But before she could take off, Jeremiah managed to grab her by the arm and halt her progression.

"We need to talk." He forcefully stated.

Julie just gradually pulled her arm from out of Jeremiah's grip before taking three ominous steps backwards like she were afraid of him.

"Let's just take a few minutes to talk this over." Jeremiah patted the air with his hands.

Appearing completely at ease, Julie stood and stared at Jeremiah in the most profound manner.

"Jeremiah, there really isn't anything that needs to be said at this point." She calmly specified.

"But I think there is."

Clasping her hands together, Julie asked, "Okay, okay, what would you like for us to talk about? How we're gonna divide up this house? Or how we're going to have custody of the baby?"

All Jeremiah could do was stand in the middle of the floor and break out into a feverish sweat in his undershirt, green and white hip-hugger shorts and Nike's.

"What is it you would like to talk about, Jeremiah?" Julie cocked her head. "Because to be perfectly honest, I think we've talked ourselves to death at this point."

can you stand

husband screwing my baby sister doggy-style on our living room floor, I

tell that Julie wanted to break down and cry, but instead she just paced back and forth on the floor like she was searching for something more to

need a break. I mean...I'm mad as hell, but with you, Jeri, there's been something going on with you these past few

knocking, Jeremiah pointed at

I want to know is, is it me that's been

"How can you say that,

"Is it being a father for the

"Julie, it's neither

it?" Jeremiah began his own march back and forth across the floor until his

think that

in the

stared at the man before saying, "Ever since

"February," Jeremiah strained to

"You don't remember February?" Julie began to advance towards

stepping over and sitting down on the second to last step on

above him, Julie said in a composed voice,

and sifted through all the clothes until he came

Jeremiah pulled out a framed picture that contained a newspaper clipping of

bed." Julie said. "I never wanted to say anything, but I always had

the box before getting up from

to someone." Julie suggested. "Perhaps the psychiatrist needs a

"Oh, Julie, please." Jeremiah

"Have you tried speaking with

"Yeah right, that's like talking with a thirteen year old." He rolled his

happening was strong enough to cause you to cheat on me! Now, my husband

"These are the things

to stay with someone who can't even talk

know what made me do what I did with

began repacking Jeremiah's clothes back into the box. "Did you happen to sleep with any of your female patients over the past few

shock, Jeremiah said, "Of course

needs is to

can you say something like that, Julie?" Jeremiah became outraged. "I'm a professional. I've never done

just stood and gave Jeremiah the most

over to her aid."Is it another stomach ache?"

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