Time for a Change

“I’m tired of it,” thought Melia. “I’m tired of being second string, a third wheel. He’s only a minister on Sundays. Apparently, he’s only a boyfriend when in town. I’ll let him know tonight on our weekly Saturday ‘quality time’ that’s what I’ll do.”

Melia met Ronaldo at ‘their’ place, the place where they met, the little old-fashioned drugstore that still served shakes on the corner of 4th and 4th in Utopia, Kansas.

Melia whispered to herself before entering Pogo’s Drugs, Utopia my butt. It’s more of a hole on out of the way highway in an out of the way part of this state. The drugstore’s nice though.

Ronaldo sat at ‘their’ small table a chocolate shake with two straws and a couple of grilled cheese sandwiches.

“Hello, dear,” he greeted Melia.

Melia smiled and returned his greeting, “hi, Ronaldo. Ready for another date?”

She leaned down and pecked him on the cheek before taking her chair at the table.

Ronaldo said, “I have something to ask you. I’m getting a position at a large church in Ames, Iowa. It’s about what I want to ask you.”

“Okay,” said Melia as she sipped from the chocolate shake.

“I need a wife, and you’re the perfect fit. How about it?” He proposed.

“Hmm,” remarked Melia. “Renaldo, my dear, I’ll think about it. Yes, ah, no. I know what kind of man you are.”

“But I’ll be on my best behavior,” He protested.

“As long as you’re not caught,” declared Melia. “I believe I’ll leave now. I want a life of my own for a bit.”

With that she stood up and looked at the inviting egress as she left. There she met Wilson on the way out.

She thought, “Maybe, just maybe, Wilson might be fun.”

“Hi, Melia. Want to join me for the evening?” He asked.

“Why not Wilson. I’ve got nothing else to do,” she answered.

They left the store arm in arm.