Excerpt from my first published novel, One Perfect Now.
I sat on the big leather couch that we had paid far too much for. It was perfect for the den since we mostly read or talked in there. The kids had always played under our feet in the living room because we liked interacting with them while they played. Eventually their toys and games and things had taken over. That’s where the television was so that is where the game systems were.
When we found that we needed some “grown up space” it just made sense that we make our space in the den instead of moving all of the kids and their many accessories to another room. The rich colors felt like a hug tonight as I sat back and reflected on our life together. For so many years as a child I had longed for a home that was safe and warm. The child I was would have thought us rich. In fact, I remember distinctly the first time I felt rich which was the other “kindest thing” anyone had ever done for me.
Elliott and I had been married only a few months. We were still very much in the honeymoon stage and we had gone grocery shopping together. I thought he was like a kid in a candy store; buying snacks and treats and non-essentials like there was no tomorrow. “These aren’t on the list Elliott” I’d complained. He told me not to worry, that he hadn’t made a list so it was okay. I was so worried about the budget that we very nearly had our first argument in the Kroger frozen foods aisle right next to the pizzas and pot pies. By the time we had made it to the breakfast aisle, I was sure he’d lost his mind and I told him so.
“Honey, we can afford to eat” he’d called as he grabbed a second box of name brand cereal.
“But we don’t need two kinds of cold cereal Elliott!”
I had raised my voice a little more than I intended to and it startled us both.
He looked at me, perplexed and said very simply, “no, we don’t Sandy. No one needs two kinds of cold cereal, but I want them and there is no good reason
we cannot or should not buy them.”
He put them in the basket and pulled from the front of it guiding me to the canned food aisle. I was near tears when he looked back. A wall of canned peas and corn on one side and various beans on the other sheltered us from prying eyes as…