Friday, November 8, 2013
Reetha's Coming Home
Happy Friday, Ya'll! Once again I'm shocked by what Mz. Muse chooses to hold back on me. So many of my characters/flashes have come out of "nowhere" (better known as that secret place where Mz. Muse hides things from me.) Today's offering popped up in the car (typical) while listening to Hollywood Nights by Bob Seger.
Here's how it went...
Mz. Muse was like, "Oh btw, here ya go."
For me...it was more like THWAP, vivid Technicolor pictures of a worn out woman longing for home and those she left so long ago.
Then, Mz. has the audacity to say..."Oh, and she's a McMahon...the youngest McMahon and Ziva's BFF who she's help to hide from her brothers and dad. Have fun!"
Me...looking crazy behind the wheel yelling WTF at the radio.
I think Mz. hates me. Or she really wants Nick and Ziva to fail 'cause she sure piles it on high for them.
I did remind her that Nick and Z still had not resolved the last thing she threw their way...
Her response... "Then one more thing can't hurt.
Sadistic...though in the end she's usually right. Once again I need to trust she knows where this is going.
Say hi to Reetha McMahon below...
The small tinny jingle rang in Reetha’s ear as she prayed her friend would answer soon. Time was running out.
Thank Lupa. Relief so great flooded her body at the sound of her friend’s voice. Her own caught in her throat as she attempted to hold back the tears.
“Zee,” she whispered, hoping she was loud enough to be heard.
“Ree? Oh Lup-ahh, Ree, is it really you?”
“Ha-yes,” Reetha wasn’t so lucky this time and the tears she’d been holding back fell free. “It’s me, Zee. It’s time, Zee. I-I need to come home. I’m so sorry. Nick, Mooney and dad are going to be so mad… I’m sorry, Zee, so-so sorry.”
“I’ll call Dante. Hang in there, Ree. I’ll call you right back at this number.”
“Thank” she’d not even finished her sentence before finding herself thanking a dial tone. She was putting Ziva in such a bad position and all because all those years ago she couldn’t stand to be the McMahon youngest one more minute and had asked her best friend to help her run.
What had started as an exciting new life thanks to Ziva putting her in contact with Dante had soured after years of hiding in plain sight and subterfuge.
Reetha look down at the phone gripped in hands dripping with sparkly baubles and wondered once again when the thrill of this life had left her.