Dover Beach Extension

For a very long time she stood on the porch. No movement. No noise. Only deep thoughts  no decisions. A very large amount of times she almost waltzed right back in there. Ready to give that incompetent fool a piece of her mind. But she did not. She only stood there, waiting for someone to make a decision that she could not. Maybe if she waited long enough her husband, Mr. Phelps, could come and find her so she could talk about her family again and return to happiness.

He could actually die out there.

This was not the first time that thought had risen but it was the first time it actually meant something. Did she truly love him. Or did she just want to have someone to talk about tv with. She'd never worried about him before. Maybe she could just tell Mrs. Bowles about her family. But she only sees Mrs. Bowles when she goes over to Mildred's.Maybe she could talk to Mildred about it. No, she can't risk seeing Guy about it.

Guy, Guy, who does he think he is. Telling me how to feel. Well I'd better go in there and give him a piece of my mind.

She didn't. Instead she stood there silently, again. If she doesn't hurry and make up her mind she will miss the next family gathereing.

And this is supposed to be a good one. What is it going to be about, I just can't remember. Does it truly matter at this point.

Then she remembered. The army base had a telephone. What was that number. Come on think, Think. 

OH  I remember it. Ok now I truly must make up my mind. Stand here like a bumbling idiot or call my husband. My beautiful, wonderful husband.

Just like that she lept off the porch and strode to her car.

Thank you Guy. I have a call to make.