An Assignation at Louders – Chapter one
As Laura walked up to the door of the restaurant, she felt confidant of her plans for the afternoon. She had dressed for the occasion with exquisitely good taste and prepared her accessories with a mind to the afternoon’s aftermath. Her dress was fashionably demur yet gave the woman who wore it the feminine power of persuasion by misdirection. She had even purchased a new bra for their early supper so her recently chemically-enlarged bosom would be comfortably supported and wouldn’t distract her from her purpose. Since she had no intent of making another attempt to lure her wayward husband back into the fold with her sexual wiles, she intended to use her new look to divert her husband’s attention before she sprung the elegant trap she had meticulously planned to remove the man who had caused her so much grief. Instead of playing for the interests of her wayward husband, she intended to bring him to heel in a manner which he could not refuse. Laura carried the black dress pocketbook in her right hand which matched her eternally fashionable black, raw-silk dress and black patent-leather, low-heeled shoes as she entered the building. The only item of apparel that did not fit in with the image of a smartly dressed, attractive, long-haired brunette who was out on the town was the large baby-blue, nylon bag whose strap was slung over her left shoulder.
For the sake of her own feelings, rather than cow to the carnal desires of her dinner companion that afternoon, she had spent some hours at the beauty salon that morning and had had her hair gently waved under at her shoulders instead of her normal straight haired look. She had taken up the nail technician’s offer at the salon to have her nails done while she waited for her hair to dry. Her hair had turned out so well that she had surrendered to the come-on of the salon’s makeup technician and had allowed herself to be completely redone for the coming occasion that afternoon. The plain housefrau that had walked into the salon was a raving beauty when the team of experts in feminine pulchritude were done. She had become an archetypal vision of what men dream of in women. If her husband had tried to recognize her out of a crowd of women, the task would have been Herculean. He had never noticed that her flat chest had filled out in the past two weeks and had become a rather prominent part of her stature. For the two years prior to that afternoon, he had left for work in the wee hours of the morning and usually returned so late at night that she almost never saw him before he went to bed. Unless it was a weekend, he never ate dinner with her, choosing instead to grab a quick meal from a drive-thru junk food palace before he went home to sleep. Laura had slowly became inured to dining alone at home, but her enforced solitude turned her desire for a baby into an obsession. Aside from her business-woman friend, Dinah, with was her dinner companion when they went out to an early dinner three times a week, she spent her time alone with the maid and laundress.
After two years, her need to bear or foster a baby became an obsession. She inveigled her husband, Ron, in every way that she knew to have sex with her on weekends, but they had been unsuccessful at conceiving a baby. After visiting a gynecologist to have her own fertility checked, she had asked Ron to go to a urologist. He’d agreed and had told her a week later that the physician had advised him that he had a “low sperm count”. After a year of unsuccessful attempts, she asked Ron if he was willing to adopt. The tirade that followed had been a nightmare. Ron had thrown a positive temper-tantrum. As far as he was concerned, he told her, “If you can’t conceive a child by having sex with your husband, then it’s the Lord’s will!” When she brought up the subject of medically assisted pregnancy, he exploded. He ranted that artificial insemination was against the law of God and that in vitro fertilization was blasphemous. On the subject of adoption, he stood firm, telling her that he had no intention of raising some “druggie’s discarded whelp” rather than the “fruit of his own loins”! He had made it clear to her that “Almighty God, The Father”, had dictated her fate and it was up to her to accept “His” plan for her with womanly forbearance. For a time Laura had accepted her husband’s religious pronouncements, unjust though they manifestly were, and remained in silent solitude.
Strangely, it never occurred to her to ask why they never went to church if he was that religious. For that matter, she never knew just what religious group had baptized him or to which church he held allegiance. Her parents had been Unitarians and she didn’t give a tinker’s damn in Hades about the ceremonial aspects of religion. She knew that the Spirit of the Creator/Creatrix was within her and had always acted accordingly.
Until the moment that Laura had opened the restaurant’s outer door and had passed within, Laura knew that her entire life had been lived in accordance with goodness and integrity. If the justice she would exact from her husband was wrong, than it would be the first evil act of her life. In charity though, she planned to forgive her husband for his sins against her once the deed was done. It might make little difference to him once she was finished with his corpus, but his soul might need her forgiveness nonetheless. Whether his silent soul would forgive her afterwards for what she was about to do to him, she could not imagine. As she opened the restaurant’s second door to enter the foyer, she prayed to the Spirit within her to forgive her in his stead.
The justice she needed could not be rendered by temporal authorities, so she had to forge a lasting judgement by herself by main force. Laura had been appalled when it was revealed that all her erstwhile husband was interested in was his mistresses, which was the unconscious reason for her trip to the salon. She subconsciously wanted to compete with the other women and permanently bind him to her apron strings on even ground, even though she was so thoroughly fed up with him that she had no intention of ever “sleeping” with him again. If she couldn’t do that, then her subconscious had decided that he was better off dead. She’d had enough of his behavior!
Although she had never used the contents of the rugged, blue, zippered, ripstop nylon bag that she had brought with her before, she was positive she would need its contents before the afternoon was over. Laura’s parents had made sure that she had mastered two skills as a teenager to survive as a woman; how to care for an infant and how to shoot a pistol accurately under stress in order kill a man if her life was imperiled. When she married, she wanted a husband who would be her life’s companion and the father of her child. She neither needed nor wanted a paternal caretaker who would guard her from the outside world. Laura was more than capable of taking care of herself. If attacked, she was emotionally prepared to render a swift, decisive justice to anyone who threatened either her existence or that of her family. That afternoon she intended to use one of those skills to end her husband’s unfaithfulness forever. She had a score to settle with her womanizing husband and what she carried in the bag would set things right again.
Their marriage had been a failure at the very beginning, Laura realized. She had not known that her husband was so narcissistic and so self-involved that he wouldn’t even consider having a child when she married him. Laura had wanted a baby of her own all her life and had married him with the expectation that he would enable her to have a family of her own. He had told her that it didn’t matter to him that Laura was exceedingly plain and unalluring when they got married. He had said he loved her soul and not her looks and had promised to give her a baby. Soon after, he had begun hitting on every woman in sight, as if the only reason he had married her was to avail himself of her family’s fortune which she had inherited upon her parent’s death.
Laura opened the massive red oak door with stained glass panels depicting verdant fountains gushing forth waters into placid pools. The panels had been leaded with three-quarter-inch wide lead came and had been inset into the tall arched window of the double doors of Louder’s Café with a master’s touch. As the door closed behind her, she chanced to turn around and saw that a triplet of quarter-inch steel, horizontal reinforcing bars had been soldered at the top, middle and bottom of each pane. The stained glass window on the massive wooden doors bothered her conscience somewhat; it reminded her of a church’s stained glass windows. For a fleeting moment, she had the impression that the edifice’s indwelling spirit was well aware of her plans for her sinful desire for revenge. She shivered at the thought that she might punished her for what she was about to do to her unfaithful spouse, but then shook the feeling off. Her husband’s fate would be born from the womb of perfidy which he had impregnated with his deceits. From what she had been told about the restaurant by her friend, Dinah, Louder’s was the perfect venue to assess punitive reparations from her “soon to be” erstwhile spouse for his duplicity and faithlessness.
The Café’s Maitre-de, Maurice, had assured her of the small restaurant’s ability to handle it’s clientele’s need for discretion when she had discussed her needs over the phone with him the day before. The possibility of her husband’s death was discussed and she was told by Maurice that the restaurant would assist her with the discrete disposal of her husband’s body in the event of an untimely demise. Naturally, the Chef-Owner of the restaurant required a rather high special fee for the “non-standard service” that Laura required. Nonetheless, she wanted to see the establishment for herself before trusting the deeply baritoned, oddly French-accented voice of the man who represented himself as the restaurant’s Maitre-de over the phone.
The End of An Assignation at Louders – Chapter One.
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