INTRIGUE: Prologue

5 Feb

PROLOGUE—STEPHANIE “STEVIE” RUSH, EARLY JUNE 1992

I answered the phone. White noise washed through my ears. An empty but familiar voice said, “Hi Stevie.  How are you?”

“I’m fine. How are you Adam?” I gripped the phone handle tightly

“Stevie, I have bad news.”

I sensed hesitation and dread in his voice. Something was wrong. “What is it?” My eyes and chest pounded.

The white noise sounded again for several seconds.

“Stevie, you have to cancel your plane ticket. My parents are not ready to meet you.”

“Okay.” I paused for few seconds.  “When will I see you again?” My head was about to burst.

The inter-continental whoosh sounded for several seconds.

“Soon. Just cancel the trip for now.”

It was so like him, not being able to give me a firm answer on the spot. Adam never lied to me, but he never gave definite answers either. He provided vague but optimistic responses.

My mind was spinning “Can’t you come back here? I can help you get your green card.”

“I can’t Stevie.  I need more time.”

“Why not?” Just come back and get your green card, then I can meet your parents.”

“This isn’t about getting a green card.  It’s about us.  I need to win my parents’ blessing too.”

White noise again. Was Adam still there? Then I heard a hollow trembling voice.

“Stevie, I have to go now. I’ll call you soon.”

“Okay,” I stammered. “Bye.”

The international line fromNorth Africableeped into nothingness.  It felt as if someone had told me that Adam went into a coma and no one would know when or if he’d snap out of it.  But it was Adam telling me to cancel my plane ticket to Morocco.  Nausea socked me in the gut.  How would I go on?  How could I have fallen for this?

I knew deep down that I never had a chance. Some how I knew he’d dump me. I was American and he was Moroccan. He was Muslim. I was Christian. I grew up in working class family. He was born into a wealthy family. The list could go on. Adam would never marry a Christian girl. But he had a history of dating American women.

Did all foreign men dispose their American girlfriends  like that?

This unlikely tangled mess all started in 1990 at the University of Southern California.

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4 Responses to “INTRIGUE: Prologue”

  1. Mac February 6, 2012 at 9:02 am #

    Ooh, looks really interesting! I’m definitely intrigued. Good job! 😀

  2. Kirsten February 7, 2012 at 2:48 am #

    Interesting conflict! I want to know more!

    • never2late2write February 7, 2012 at 2:11 pm #

      Thanks Kirsten. I’ll be submitting more. I can’t wait till I get some time to catch on my blog reading. I’m signing off and getting ready for work 🙂 .

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