Anna
Anna was grateful for Michael's openness and for the fact that he seemed genuinely concerned for her welfare. He was matter-of-fact but kind about her announcement about the difficulties of her marriage. He made her feel comfortable. And the truth was she really didn't have anyone to talk to about any of this.
She sat across from Michael at the table, drinking some fruit juice and nibbling on a little bit of cole slaw as she spoke, candidly, about her troubles.
"John and I hardly ever see one another," she confided. "He's so wrapped up in his career. I've been wrapped up in mine too but not really because I love it. It's just been something to fill the time. I wanted to go into freelance writing but my father wouldn't hear of it. He "arranged," Anna paused, rolling her eyes, "a job for me with a large New York publishing company as one of the assistant editors. I work over 60 hours per week at something I've never liked. Ever since I was a little girl, I did everything my father wanted. I think it was just such a habit; I never questioned him. He passed away a year ago. I think, honestly, all of this has been brewing in me since then."
Anna spoke more quickly now. It was as if someone had opened up a river dam and now all of the water was rushing through.
"My husband has been having an affair. I know it. I've ignored it. In some ways I don't even blame him. We don't have a marriage. We never have. We've just gone through the motions. John is perfectly content with that. I think he'd just let things continue like this indefinitely. But I can't. I want more from life than that." She shook her head. "I think I deserve more."
Anna continued, looking around the room.
"I envy this life you all have here. Not that I'm sure you don't all have your troubles. But it all just seems less complicated. This IS a great place to think. I feel peaceful here." Anna sighed and smiled, the tension disappearing from her face. "I'm just so grateful to be here. The Renolds have given me a place to stay--but they don't know--they've given me so much more than that. Thank you...thank you for listening to me."
Anna caught Michael's gaze across the table. She looked away quickly, afraid that if she didn't, that she'd say something foolish.
Anna was grateful for Michael's openness and for the fact that he seemed genuinely concerned for her welfare. He was matter-of-fact but kind about her announcement about the difficulties of her marriage. He made her feel comfortable. And the truth was she really didn't have anyone to talk to about any of this.
She sat across from Michael at the table, drinking some fruit juice and nibbling on a little bit of cole slaw as she spoke, candidly, about her troubles.
"John and I hardly ever see one another," she confided. "He's so wrapped up in his career. I've been wrapped up in mine too but not really because I love it. It's just been something to fill the time. I wanted to go into freelance writing but my father wouldn't hear of it. He "arranged," Anna paused, rolling her eyes, "a job for me with a large New York publishing company as one of the assistant editors. I work over 60 hours per week at something I've never liked. Ever since I was a little girl, I did everything my father wanted. I think it was just such a habit; I never questioned him. He passed away a year ago. I think, honestly, all of this has been brewing in me since then."
Anna spoke more quickly now. It was as if someone had opened up a river dam and now all of the water was rushing through.
"My husband has been having an affair. I know it. I've ignored it. In some ways I don't even blame him. We don't have a marriage. We never have. We've just gone through the motions. John is perfectly content with that. I think he'd just let things continue like this indefinitely. But I can't. I want more from life than that." She shook her head. "I think I deserve more."
Anna continued, looking around the room.
"I envy this life you all have here. Not that I'm sure you don't all have your troubles. But it all just seems less complicated. This IS a great place to think. I feel peaceful here." Anna sighed and smiled, the tension disappearing from her face. "I'm just so grateful to be here. The Renolds have given me a place to stay--but they don't know--they've given me so much more than that. Thank you...thank you for listening to me."
Anna caught Michael's gaze across the table. She looked away quickly, afraid that if she didn't, that she'd say something foolish.