The Neighbor Chapter 1
Find a Conversation
|Tue, 07-15-2003 - 10:58am|
The words from Carole Kings, "Smack Water Jack" rolled off Cara's tongue as she did the bump and grind before her kitchen sink while finishing the dishes, which mysteriously piled up over the weekend. The day was hot, and in the middle of July in Montana, a cool breeze would be welcome anytime, but it was not meant to be, not today. Her favorite shorts, faded and worn over time, hugged her sculpted bottom. "Thank you Richard Simmons!" she said as she shook the object of her own admiration. The short windblown look of her recently hi-lighted chocolate hair, complimented the prominent check bones, topped by steel blue eyes. Cara was proud of he new look. It took her one year to drop sixty pounds and four to find herself again.
These were the years that followed the death of her husband Tom. The love of her life for ten years, Tom was her world and she depended on him for everything. Cara was pretty, intelligent and at the time they met fairly independent finacially. Cara had been a freelance writer for a couple of the more well read women's magazines, but Tom's apparent need of Cara soon filled that place in her life. Cara's love for Tom was unending, there was nothing she wouldn't do for him, after all, he loved her, cared for her, every need she had Tom filled and she was complete. At least that is what she thought at the time. However, five years by yourself, with nothing to do but play the last ten years over and over again, can be consuming and depressing and shattering. Cara was thirty-five when Tom died, leaving her independently wealthy, with a catch. The business and all its assets were left in trust for her with Tom's business partner Bruce Joran.
Bruce adored Cara and had been the buffer between her and Tom for years, even when she didn't know that one was needed. Bruce and Tom grew up in the same small town in New York and escaped together to Harvard where, Bruce studied law and Tom business. Together they started their own marketing company. Tom did the wheeling and dealing and Bruce would bale his butt out of trouble. They were the best of friends, but unlike Cara, Bruce learned to not let Tom consume his life and admitted only to himself the reason he stuck around was to protect Cara. Bruce had become her self-appointed guardian angel. Even now, five years after Tom's passing, Bruce still played the big brother and loved every minute.
Cara lived on property the company had bought when land prices in Montana were at an all time low. Real-estate was always a good investment and escaping the jungle streets of New York City to the wilds of Montana was yet another step Cara was willing to take on the jouirney to her new life.