No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 43

Chapter 43



That night, I was out like a light, sleeping deeply until the noise from outside woke me up.

It wasn't Ernest talking, but a woman with a thick local accent. You could tell from the voice it wasn't a young girl's. Girls have those soft, clear voices, while women's tend to be deeper and rougher.

I pride myself on being able to recognize people by their voices, yet I never saw it coming that the man I loved for a decade was nothing but a jerk. People said you had moved on from someone when you didn't always think of him. I guessed I was not there yet. I kept finding my thoughts drifting to Conrad, even if it was not love, maybe bitterness, but he was still on my mind.

I didn't get up. I just lay there, listening to the conversation outside.

"Ethel, where's Ernest?" the woman asked.

"He took off early this morning," Ethel seemed to be washing something. The sound of running water filled the background.

"Oh, I thought he was still in bed," the woman sounded amused.

"Fat Jean, what does it matter to you whether Ernest is up or not? He's not into you. Save yourself the trouble," Ethel was brutally honest.

handle that, but the widow outside didn't seem to mind and even

snorted with laughter, thinking this woman

out like an old rag," Ethel

your age?" Fat Jean seemed ticked

enough to keep my dignity," Ethel's

neighbors.

more than once.

me out instead

Fat

guilt-trip Ethel.

helped me, but your intentions were never pure.

under my covers. Ethel's sharp tongue was

taken in a pretty young thing?"

she's got skin so

And she's such

I'm quite fond

I couldn't help but touch

it felt

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