Tears Fall at Night - smashwords (2 page)

“I want to. I made this sweet potato soufflé for my husband. But since he doesn’t want it, it would bring me great joy knowing that another family enjoyed it.”

“Well, then I’ll take it.”

After Carmella walked Cynthia out, she went to the upstairs bathroom. She lit her bathroom candles, turned on the hot water and then poured some peach scented bubble bath in the water. She got into the tub, hoping to soak her weary bones until the ache in her heart drifted away. The warm water normally soothed her and took her mind off the things that didn’t get done that day or the things that didn’t turn out just the way she'd planned. Carmella enjoyed the swept-away feeling she experienced when surrounded by bubbles and her vanilla-scented candles. But tonight, all she felt was dread. She wondered if anyone would care if she drifted off to sleep, slid down all the way into the water and drowned like Whitney Houston had done.

The thought was tempting, because Carmella didn’t know if she wanted to live without her husband. Tears rolled down her face as she realized that as much as she didn’t want to live without Nelson, he was already living without her.

2

“You better be glad we’re friends, Jasmine. Because I would have to charge you for making me carry this heavy headboard if we weren’t,” Joy Marshall said. She put the headboard down and massaged her arm.

Jasmine Walker grinned. “You know I appreciate you, girl.”

“Well, I would appreciate this mystery man of yours, if he showed up to do the heavy lifting.”

Jasmine poked her bottom lip out. “He’s at work, Joy. Come on, help me load this stuff on the truck, and I promise I’ll make him take everything off the truck.”

They picked up the headboard and made their way to the truck. “So, I’m finally going to meet this mystery man who swept you off your feet, but never bothered to pick you up for dates.” Joy rolled her eyes. “I truly don’t understand why you’ve kept on seeing him. For as long as I’ve known you, you’ve never let a guy treat you so cavalierly.”

They placed the headboard in the truck, and then Jasmine said, “Well, he’s made up for it now, hasn’t he?”

“I don’t know, Jasmine… renting is temporary. If he were really serious, he would have bought the house and bought a ring.”

Jasmine put her arm around Joy’s shoulder as they walked back into the house to get the rest of her things. “You’ll see, Joy Marshall, my man loves me, and he’s going to prove it to the world.”

Joy didn’t respond. Jasmine had been secretive ever since she started seeing this mystery guy. In her gut, Joy knew the man was married. That had to be the reason Jasmine was sneaking around all the time. Joy’s parents were Christians. They had done their best to instill good moral values in their children, so Joy couldn’t condone what her friend was doing. But she and Jasmine had been friends since they’d been assigned as roommates during their freshman year of college. After graduating college, they'd both decided to attend law school.

Since Joy was a child, she'd dreamed of the day she would finish law school and then work in her father’s law practice. Her father had changed the plans a bit when he became a judge, so now Joy and Jasmine planned to become partners in their own law firm. Their plan included five years of clerking or doing the grunt work at a respected law firm so that they could learn the ropes and network. The Honorable Nelson Marshall had given her plan two-thumbs up, so Joy knew that she and Jasmine were on the right track.

“I hope this guy you’re moving in with understands that you and I are going to be business partners, and that we will need to stay in touch with each other.”

“Oh, he knows. And believe me, he understands about business, so he won’t get in our way.”

It seemed strange to Joy that she and Jasmine never said her boyfriend’s name. The one time that Joy had demanded that Jasmine tell her who she was going out with, just in case the guy was a serial killer or something, Jasmine had claimed that his name was Charles Riley. But Joy didn’t believe that. The name had sounded fake to her, and anyway, if his name were Charles, Jasmine would have referred to it every once in a while. But she had kept him strictly in the second-person category. The lawyer in Joy understood that Jasmine was trying not to slip up and say something she wasn’t supposed to, but what?

After they'd packed all of Jasmine’s bedroom furniture in the U-Haul truck, Jasmine jumped behind the wheel and Joy got in on the passenger’s side. As they drove down the highway toward Jasmine’s new home, Joy said, “Troy and I would like to take you and your man out to dinner next week. Do you think he would be willing to go somewhere with your friends?”

“You act like I’m moving in with Shrek. I promise you, Joy, my man is not an ogre.”

“That’s good to know, girl. I just want you to be happy,” Joy said, and then leaned back in her seat.

“I am,” Jasmine said. She exited off the highway. “He makes me so happy… I honestly can’t believe that he chose me. I really think you’ll be happy for us once you see how good we are together.”

Joy hoped that Jasmine was right. She had worried about her friend getting too wrapped up in a guy who wouldn’t even pick her up for dates, but made Jasmine meet him, as if he were too busy to drive a few blocks out of his way. Joy wouldn’t have been able to put up with a man like that. She thanked God every day that her fiancé, Troy, was just like her father: considerate, responsible and loving.

“We’re here.” Jasmine pulled the U-Haul truck into the driveway of a spacious two-story home.

Joy’s eyes widened as she looked at the house. From the looks of the outer structure, Joy figured the house had to be at least four thousand square feet. “Are you sharing this place with another couple or something?”

Jasmine laughed. She then shook her head. “No, he likes to entertain, so we needed enough room to be able to host parties.”

“You sound like my mother. She’s always hosting one party or another for my dad. You need to go take some cooking lessons from her so you can really do your parties up right,” Joy suggested.

“Girl, please, I don’t plan to do any cooking. That’s what caterers are for,” Jasmine opened the truck door and got out. Joy opened her door and followed Jasmine into the house.

Standing in the foyer, Joy was once again struck by the expansiveness of the house. The white marble floors, spiral staircase and the upstairs balcony that overlooked the foyer—all gave the house a feel of importance, as if someone with stature and influence lived there. “How can your guy afford to rent a house like this?” She knew it was rude to ask, but the question was out of her mouth before she could stop herself.

“Girl, just help me get those boxes out of the truck and stop being so nosey,” Jasmine said with a good-natured grin on her face.

“I just can’t believe this place, Jasmine. Troy and I sure can’t afford anything like this.”

They headed back out to the truck. “Once the two of you put your money together," Jasmine said, "I’m sure you’ll be able to afford something nice, so don’t sweat it, Joy.”

“Please. After we get married, we’ll probably spend the next five to ten years paying off our student loans. After that, we’ll be able to start saving for a house like this.”

Jasmine pulled a box out of the back of the truck. “I’m trying not to think about my student loans. At least your parents paid most of your tuition. But what I didn’t get in financial aid, I had to cover in student loans.”

Joy grabbed a box, and as they walked back to the house, she said, “Yeah, just when I started feeling grateful about not having so much debt to pay back after college, I met Troy and it seems like his middle name is debt.”

“See, if you would have listened to me, you would have hooked up with an older guy who'd already paid off his debt. That way he would be able to take care of you in style.”

They set the boxes down in the foyer and as they turned to go get more, Joy said, “I’m happy with Troy. Besides, my father had a lot of school debt when he married my mom, but they worked together and paid everything off. They’re living pretty well now.”

Jasmine didn’t respond. She grabbed the next box and took it into the house. They followed that same process until all the boxes were unloaded.

Exhausted, they sat down on the floor next to the boxes. Joy said, “I don’t think I want to be your friend anymore.”

“I understand. I’m so tired; I don’t want to move from this spot.”

The two women sat on the floor, exhausted and breathing hard for a few minutes, and then Jasmine said, “You’re right, he should have helped me move this stuff. But don’t worry; I’m going to make him pay for our labor.”

“Now you’re talking like the Jasmine I know.” Joy rubbed her hands together in sweet anticipation. “I wish I could be a fly on the wall when he gets what’s coming to him.”

Jasmine stood up. She held out her hand to help Joy up. “Come on,” Jasmine said. “Let’s order a pizza and watch Lifetime. I’ll get my mystery man to take you home when he gets here.”

“That’s the least he can do,” Joy said, as she stood up and headed toward the family room with Jasmine.

After Jasmine called the pizza in, they sat down and started watching a stalker movie on Lifetime. Halfway through it, the doorbell rang. Jasmine and Joy looked at each other; neither wanted to move now that they had found a comfortable spot on the sofa.

Jasmine finally got up. “All right,” she said. “It’s my house, so I’ve got to start doing the work around here.”

When Jasmine came back with the pizza, Joy grabbed a slice and then leaned back against the sofa again. She took a bite. “This is good.”

Jasmine savored the ham, sausage, pepperoni and cheese. She swallowed and agreed, “Sure is. It tastes just like that three-meat pizza we used to order during freshman year.”

“You mean it tastes like the three-meat pizza I used to order. And you and our other roommate used to beg me for a slice.”

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Joy wanted to take them back. Jasmine hated when anyone referred to how impoverished she had been during their first few years of college. Things were going pretty well for her now, so Joy thought she had gotten over her issues with growing up in a single-parent household, with food stamps and government cheese. But the look of embarrassment that she saw in her friend's eyes made Joy want to put the pizza down and eat her words instead.

“I’m sorry, Jasmine; I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Jasmine waved off Joy’s apology. “Stephanie and I made our way through college on scholarships, financial aid, and work programs that helped pay for those expensive books. We didn’t always have extra money for pizza.”

Joy grabbed another slice and lifted it in the air in a toast, and then said, “But you do now.”

“Oh, I intend to have a lot more than pizza money, believe that,” Jasmine said with a self-assured grin on her face.

“I have no doubt. I’ve always believed that you would succeed. I certainly wouldn’t be thinking about starting a law firm with someone I thought didn’t know what they were doing.”

“I forgot to get something to drink. We have lemonade and iced tea in the fridge.”

“I’ll take the lemonade.”

Jasmine stood. “I’ll be right back. Do you need anything else?”

“A pillow. I’m about to crash.” Joy pulled out her cell phone. “I’m going to have Troy come pick me up. Your man is taking too long.”

“Suit yourself, but he should be here any minute.” As if on cue, the doorbell rang. “Can you get that for me, Joy? I’m going to go get our drinks.”

“Sure,” Joy said. She got up and headed toward the front door. Before she could get to it, the doorbell rang again, and then the person on the outside started pounding on the door. Joy was walking as fast as she could, so whoever was so anxious would have to wait. She was too tired to move any faster.

By the time she got to the door, the doorbell rang for the third time. Joy was tempted to stand there a little longer and let the person on the other side of the door suffer a while longer. But when she looked through the peephole and saw her father, she immediately swung the door open.

As Nelson Marshall stepped into the house, he said, “I lost my key again.”

Joy didn’t hear him because as he was talking, she asked, “What are you doing here, Dad? Did Mom send you after me or something?”

Nelson swung around to face his daughter. His eyes widened. He stuttered, “Wh-what are y-you doing h-here?”

“I’m helping Jasmine move into her new house,” Joy told her father. Then with a look of confusion on her face, she asked, “If you didn’t know I was here, why did you come to Jasmine’s house?”

Before Nelson could respond, Jasmine walked into the room carrying two glasses of lemonade. She handed one to Joy and then walked over to Nelson, kissed him, and then handed him the other glass. “You’re late. What took you so long to get home?”

Nelson stepped back and turned toward his daughter. “I-I can explain.”

But Joy was figuring things out all on her own. Jasmine’s mystery man was her father, and the two of them had been sneaking around for over a year. “The person you need to explain something to is my mother,” Joy declared, storming into the family room and grabbing her purse.

This was too much for Joy. Her father wasn’t a cheater. He was a good man who went to work every day and attended church on Sundays with his family. But as she walked back into the entryway and saw the smirk on Jasmine’s face, Joy began to believe what her eyes were telling her.

“You did this on purpose,” Joy accused Jasmine. “You wanted me to know that my father was cheating on my mother.”

Jasmine put her arm around Nelson and said, “It’s time you knew the truth.”

Nelson stepped away from Jasmine again. “This isn’t how I wanted to tell her, Jasmine. You had no right bringing Joy here without letting me know.”

Tearfully, Joy said, “What are you doing, Dad? This is going to break Mother’s heart.”

Nelson tried to put his arm around Joy. She pulled away. “Your mother already knows that I want a divorce. I’m surprised she didn’t tell you.”

Joy asked, “Why didn’t you tell me? I spoke to you last night, but I don’t recall you saying anything about divorcing my mother, so you could move in with someone young enough to be your daughter.”