The Family Pool
Another short-story that comes in several chapters. I’ll post one chapter at a time.
The whole story can be found in http://www.pkaboo.net/freestuff.html#chiaroscuro, the short-story collection called “Chiaroscuro”.
The Family Pool
Mary Adams gazed at her fairly new husband with starry eyes. “That is so totally sweet of your family!”
“Well, Babe,” replied John, who hadn’t yet got used to addressing his wife by her given name, “we are not wealthy for nothing. We are the Adams. If my uncle chooses to include us in the family pool, that is surely a fringe benefit of marrying me.”
Mary smiled and said nothing. There was nothing “fringe” about marrying John! He was larger-than-life, in everything he did – even in the concepts of his business, which, alas, was still in its beginning stages, but promised to grow huge – like everything his family did.
John turned the key in the lock of the apartment, and carried his young wife over the threshold. She gaped at the interior with her mouth open.
The apartment was huge, and fitted with luxury. Stained rosewood furniture graced the dining room which was complete with a multi-globed candelabra hanging over the enormous dining table. The lead glass of the crystal cupboard revealed finest cut crystal glasses – possibly Waterford. Past the dining room a spacious lounge greeted them, with deep leather sofas and plush woollen carpet. John drew back the curtains by remote control, and a panoramic view spread out before them, hills undulating away into the misty distance.
“The way it works,” explained John, his eyes trained on the valley below, “is that the youngest couple gets this apartment. It is entry level. There is no guarantee how long we will be here though. It all depends on when space becomes available. My uncle will let us know, don’t worry!”
Mary was still shaking her head in amazement. “That is so sweet of him!”
“It has been the system for five generations now,” said John smugly.
Mary moved into the kitchen, which was ultra-modern and fully equipped with every luxury a woman could wish for, to make her life easier. She found the espresso-maker and made herself and John each a hot cup.
“By the way,” said John, “we are invited to the Residence for Christmas dinner.”
Mary smiled, a bit overwhelmed. She had never yet celebrated Christmas away from her parents; and now that only her father was left, she was reluctant to leave him alone at Christmas. But one could surely not turn down such an invitation from a man who had just set them up so generously! She would organize something with her father.
“Yes, dear,” she found herself saying. It was the surroundings.
© Lyz Russo