Loan Some

Vote by January 19, 2014!

Lone75x99In Episode 19, readers voted that it’s Catherine at the door.

Episode 20

Vera looked through the peephole to see an angry Catherine with her hands on her hips.

With her phone at her side, she opened the door.

“Hello. Catherine, is it?”

“Where is he?”

“Owen? He just jumped in the shower.”

With a swipe of her arm, Catherine pushed Vera out of her way and headed toward the bathroom, not even bothering to close the suite door behind her. Amidst the sound of running water, Vera could hear yelling and arguing. It was so loud she worried people down the hall could hear it. Just as she was about to close the suite door, Charlie appeared.

“Is Catherine here?” he said. “I thought I heard her voice.”

“No. I don’t think so.”

Just then, the sound of running water ceased, with Owen yelling a clearly audible “Catherine.”

“Oh. Maybe she is here.”

In a similar manner to Catherine, Charlie pushed Vera out of the way before venturing to the bathroom. Vera dared not follow, instead shutting the door and leaning her back against it.

“Stop it,” Charlie yelled.

More arguing, more people shouting.

“I won, Owen,” said Charlie. “I had hoped you coming here meant you understood that. Catherine’s mine.”

Vera hadn’t realized that Charlie knew about the nature of Catherine and Owen’s relationship.

After some more talk, Charlie and Catherine emerged from the bathroom, with Charlie leading by a pull of her arm. As they came bounding toward the door, Vera got out of their way, and without saying a word, they left. And then the water turned back on. Owen had resumed his shower.

Vera stood there for a moment, drinking in this utterly bizarre encounter, before remembering she had been on the phone with Cole. She put the phone to her ear.

“Hello?” she said.

“Yikes.”

“I know.”

“And that’s coming from someone who’s staying in a cat-themed room. Those guys sound like total jerks.”

Even though Vera tended to agree with him, she got defensive because they were in all likelihood her half-brothers.

“They’re not jerks. They were just, you know, brought up differently than you and me. It’s different when you have money.”

“Do you hear what you’re saying?”

“They can’t be that bad.”

Cole sighed, kind of irritated with Vera playing this game of devil’s advocate after such a long day already.

“I just wanted to check in. I’m gonna go get in line for the bathroom down the hall. I hate inns.”

Cole hung up before Owen materialized from the shower, with just a towel wrapped around his waist.

“We’re doing dinner at 5. I hope you brought something not from T.J. Maxx.”

Just a couple of hours later, Owen stood at the door of the suite, checking his watch every so often.

“Almost ready,” said Vera from the bathroom, who was flushing her T.J. Maxx tags down the toilet to destroy the evidence.

“We’re gonna be late,” he said. “And Mom hates lateness.”

Vera liked the way he said “Mom” so informally. She liked to pretend he was saying it as if he knew Betsey was her mother, too.

When they arrived at the Taavi restaurant, one of the finest dining establishments in the city, the family was already waiting for them, with two big long tables reserved especially for them.

Vera and Owen took a seat next to Betsey and another man, presumably Betsey’s husband.

“Nice of you to show,” said Betsey.

“Oh. You know. We can’t keep our hands off of each other.” Owen grabbed her shoulder, while Vera mentally cringed.

A waiter appeared to take their drink orders.

“What can I get you, miss?” he said to Vera.

“A Manhattan.”

“Can I see your ID?”

Of all the times for this to happen. Usually, Vera would embrace looking like a 20-year-old, when she was well into her 30s, but right now, pulling out her real identification was the last thing she wanted to do.  What did she doPlease return to the top of this episode to vote on what happens next!

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