AlTonya Washington Remember Love Redux (retail) (pdf)

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"Leeway?" Trin whispered, his pitch black gaze turning sinister. "What the hell are you
talking about?"
"Trinidad, the way you handled this situation with Dominique was wrong. Terribly so. But
that doesn't mean that you can never conquer the demons that drove you to those actions and
forgive yourself."
"Forgive myself?!" Trin exploded, his chest heaving rapidly out of sheer frustration.
"Doctor, she is dead. She's never coming back to me. I'll never have a chance to beg her
forgiveness and you expect me to forgive myself?"
"If you ever hope to come out of this situation as anything other than a sorrowful, guilt-
ridden person, yes I do expect you to forgive yourself...in time."
"Bullshit."
"Trinidad, you know, there may come a day when you'll become interested in someone else
and-"
"Never. I don't want anyone else." Trin quickly assured his psychologist. "Domino was
everything I ever wanted, Doc. She was everything to me. I would have given my life for her.
Now, that may sound corny or overly dramatic, but it's true. You have no idea how much I loved
her. How much I still love her. She was the most beautiful person I ever knew, inside and out. I
treated her like she was nothing over something that happened years before she ever met me. I
flushed away six years of love and respect because my ego couldn't handle it."
"Would you like to have been able to handle it?"
"What kind of question is that? Of course I would have. If I'd been able to, none of this
would've happened."
"Then, don't you think you should get past this guilt and work on dealing with your anger
over the situation?"
"What the hell for, Doc?!" Trin raged, slamming his fists against the back of the sofa. "She's
gone. There's no reason."
"There's your sanity." Dr. Starks interjected. "You are still alive, you know?"
The fact forced Trin to close his eyes against a sudden onslaught of tears. He covered his
face with his hands as the water began to stream his face.
"Man, I got that new Luscious Magazine. One look at those honeys will pull you right out of
that depression!"
Trin shook his head and smiled at Hal Lymon, whose news stand had been converted to a
combination food and magazine booth. "Thanks man, but I'll just settle for a burger." He said,
while reaching for his wallet.
Hal shook his head and called out the order to his assistant. "You wouldn't say that if you
took a look at these girls." He teased, hoping to make his grieving friend smile.
"So I take it you know what's inside all these magazines?"
"Hell man, it's one of the fringe benefits of owning this thing!" He boasted.
Trin rubbed his fingers against the silky black hair feathering his temple. "Mmm hmm...
well maybe you can tell me what Money is saying about our stock?"
Hal sighed. "Not yet. I always read the smut first."
Trin burst out into a deep, rich laughter.
"I can tell you what they said last month." Hal continued, before he too began to laugh.
The two men stood there conversing about everything and anything. Trin had yet to take a
bit of the delicious looking burger. He was about to indulge in the fattening lunch, when he heard
a desperate cry.
"Somebody! Oh God please help! Help us!"
Trin frowned, turning to see a small dark complexioned woman waving her hands and
running around frantically. She was pointing towards the huge fountain that was constructed
outside Morton and Farber. Though he still had no idea what the problem was; his dark eyes
narrowed at the scene. The look of desperation on the woman's face, forced him to take action.
It appeared that no one except Trin noticed the woman's terrified screams. It took a moment
before she even realized someone had rushed over to help. Suddenly, she grabbed the lapels of
his olive green suit coat and pulled him close. "Oh God, thank you! Please, please help my son!"
She cried.
Trin pulled off his suit jacket and ran over to the fountain. When he saw the child splashing
in the seven foot deep water, he was surprised. The child was a small boy with curly blonde hair.
The surprise passed quickly as Trin focused on the situation at hand. He was the perfect hero.
The small child had disappeared under water for what appeared to be the last time.
Trin waded around for a moment or two, searching for the boy. He found him near the
waterfall. The harsh force of the waves appeared to be plummeting the little boy deeper into the
fountain. Fortunately, Trin arrived and hoisted the child out of the water. CPR proved to be
necessary. It took a few moments, but the little boy finally came around amidst a bout of
coughing and sneezing. Luckily, someone had called the paramedics and they were already
approaching the scene.
"Thank you! Thanks so much!" The boy's mother cried. She hugged Trin and pressed dozens
of kisses to his cheek.
Trin smiled and patted the woman's hand. He helped her into the ambulance, where her son
had been placed.
***
"Hey, there he is!"
Trin had just stepped off the elevator and it appeared that everyone on the floor was there to
meet him. All he heard were well wishes and congratulations for saving the little boy. Trin
enjoyed the praise, but found himself wishing he could have done the same thing for his wife
when she needed him most.
Inside the quiet dark confines of his office, Trin thought about how surprised he'd been by
the woman and her son. The last thing he'd expected to find when he rushed over to the fountain
was a blonde-haired boy struggling in the water. Still, the only thing that really mattered was
saving the child's life. Neither his color nor his mother's had been any consequence.
Trin sighed and thought about his cousin Belinda and her husband. True, he had not
approved of her marrying a white man even if he was full-blooded Italian. For the first time he
was realizing that Aaron's color was not important. As long as he was making Belinda happy,
nothing else should have mattered.
Trin closed his eyes and remembered his conversation with Belinda after Dom's death. What
a jerk he'd been! He'd said some pretty terrible things to her and he felt sickened by them. More
than anything, she deserved to hear an apology from him. Trin decided to give Belinda a call
when he got home later that evening.
***
"Belinda, girl hurry up!"
"Wait...oh hell, I can't find my keys!"
"Oh Lord..."
"Wait! Alright, alright!"
Belinda and Dom hurried in out of the downpour they had been caught in. Their girl's night
out had been needed and very much deserved. They were strolling to the parking lot from the
jazz club they'd visited, when the rain began. It hadn't let up and they had to make a mad dash [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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