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							MYSTERY OF THE 
							TEXAS TWOSTEP 
							
							CHAPTER FORTY TWO: 
							
							
							THANKSGIVING 
							Written by Rick 
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						five
 THURSDAY morning, NOVEMBER 22, 
						thanksgiving
 
						
						
						SINGING THE BLUES
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							When I 
							awoke on Thanksgiving morning, I instinctively 
							reached for Jennifer.  Imagine my sadness when 
							I realized I was 
							alone in my own bed.  This wasn't how the 
							fantasy was supposed to work.  Jennifer 
							was supposed to be by my side today.  
							Instead I 
							had two dogs staring at me ready for a walk.  I loved 
							Emily and Sissy, but I preferred Jennifer.  The emptiness I 
							felt was almost unbearable.  Seven weeks of hard work 
							to win Jennifer back had 
							gone down the drain last night.  During this 
							time, I had apologized, 
							shown restraint, and told the truth at every turn.  
							And it had worked.  Jennifer was ready to 
							forgive me.  
							However, at the exact moment I got tantalizingly close, 
							all Hell broke loose.  Now I was 
							back to Square One. Full of 
							despair, I hoped against hope that Jennifer would 
							give me another chance.  So I called 
							Jennifer to see if she had a change of heart.  
							What I really wanted to do was to come see her again 
							today and  
							patch things up from last night.  However I was too gun-shy to come right out and say it.  I decided 
							to feel things out first.  To my relief, when Jennifer 
							answered, it sounded like she 
							was happy to hear from me.  However, it didn't take long 
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								"Rick, I'm 
								glad you called.  I 
								feel terrible about last night.  You deserve points for telling me the 
								truth.  I also admit that I believe you 
								when you say that your relationship with 
							Victoria is over in your mind.  However, no matter how many times 
								you tell me it 
								is hopeless between Victoria and you, it doesn't look to me like Victoria is rational enough 
								for us to predict what she will do next.   A 
								woman in her right mind does not resort to 
								blackmail to keep a reluctant lover in her 
								grips.  A woman in her right mind has 
								empathy and can see her selfishness hurts 
								the man she cares about.  A woman in her 
								right mind does the correct thing and willingly 
								sets her captive free.  Victoria does just the 
								opposite.  She is completely blind to the 
								cruelty she inflicts.  Therefore I conclude 
								you are dealing with a sick woman.  So what 
								if Victoria isn't paying any attention to you at 
								the moment?  Victoria has you under her 
								thumb." "If I am under Victoria's thumb, 
							then what was I doing in your apartment 
							last night?" 
								"Don't give me that.  You know damn well you 
								were sneaking behind the woman's back while she sorts 
							it out with Michael.  She knows where to find 
								you when she is ready.  I am little better than a 
							mistress and I refuse to sneak around.  I deserve better.  
								Life is long; I can wait till the smoke clears." Jennifer 
							paused to choose her words carefully.  
							 
								
								"Rick, I know you care about me.  But you 
								are nowhere near as free as you claim to be.  
								You can promise me the moon, but when Victoria 
								snaps her fingers, I am almost certain you will 
								betray me again just like you did the last time.  
								I trust that you tell me the truth, but I do not 
								trust your nature.  Admit it, you are 
								Victoria's pawn!!  That bitch snaps her 
								fingers and you jump.  I don't trust you because 
								I expect you will cave in at the next 
								threat.  That woman has way too 
							much power over you."   I 
							disagreed, but it did no good.  No matter what 
							I said, Jennifer stuck to her 
							belief that I was deluded to think I was my 
							own master.  
								
								"I want to 
							start over again, but everything seems so risky.  
								I hate the fact that I have no way to confirm any of 
							the information you are giving me.  I believe 
								what you say to some extent, but something tells 
								me there is some horrible secret that you are 
								guarding.  I can't get past that 
								feeling.  I am certain that you will burn 
								me again if I let you get close." "I won't 
							let that happen again, I promise!" 
							 
								"You 
								don't understand.  A woman cannot 
								turn her heart on and off.  I was in love 
								with you so much that the pain of your betrayal 
								still haunts me two months later.  In my 
								weakest moments, I think of you in bed with 
								Victoria and I just want to scream with anguish.  I cannot 
								get past how much pain you caused me even though 
								some of it was my own fault.  I am wounded 
								and I am scared to try again.  
								Maybe you are telling me the whole truth.  
								But maybe you don't know the whole truth.  What 
								bothers me is that I don't know how much 
								Victoria is lying to you.  I am also 
								concerned you are not capable of seeing through 
								her lies.  All I have to go on is the 
								information I receive from you.  If I 
								were to watch her in action and meet her in 
								person, maybe I would change my opinion of her.  
								But that is not going to happen.  I am not 
								going anywhere near that woman.  That 
								forces me to rely on what you tell me.  I 
								worry that you are unable to decipher 
								the lies and half-truths 
							from the silver-tongued she-devil.  As it 
								stands, I am afraid there is a good chance 
								I will get 
							two-timed again.  Well, I won't let that 
								happen.  
								Rick, I'm sorry, but we will have to talk about 
								this later.  I am afraid I have some 
								bad news for you." I knew instantly what she 
							was going to say.  Unfortunately, I was right. 
								
								"Things were tough last night.  It is 
								Thanksgiving and I 
								don't want to be alone, so I have 
								decided to see my family.  I called my 
								mother this morning to confirm I will be driving  
								to Dallas today." The pain 
							hit immediately.  I knew 
							this was going to happen!  I was so angry I wanted to scream.  I 
							was certain Jennifer had originally planned to spend 
							the day with me.  Now she was running to Daddy 
							and Jeffie Poo instead.  I did not deserve 
							this.  I was so upset I wanted to pull my hair out 
							and hit the wall with my fist.  However I kept it together 
							on the phone despite my temper.  "Is this 
							something you had planned?" 
								"No.  
								I had planned to be with you.  But it is Thanksgiving and I should be with my 
								family.  They said they would wait for me.  
								I am leaving the moment I get off the phone with 
								you.  It's a four hour drive, so I have to 
								go now." "Are you 
							going to see Jeff?" 
								
								"Rick, I knew you were going to ask me 
								that.  The answer is I don't know, but 
								probably yes.  I don't want to see him, but 
								what can I say?  I don't think Jeff would 
								appreciate it if he learned I was in Dallas over 
								Thanksgiving and didn't contact him.  I 
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							"Yes, I 
							understand," I said glumly.  "Drive carefully 
							and we can talk some more when you get back to 
							Houston." On 
							that less than cheerful note, Jennifer hung up the 
							phone.  As I stared into space, I realized 
							the issue was trust.  At some level, 
							Jennifer didn't trust me.  Convinced Victoria would always dominate me, she expected me to 
							cave in 
							again when push came to shove.  It 
							did no good to keep obsessing over it.  This 
							was out of my control.  Considering how candid 
							I had been, I had done the best I could.  There 
							was nothing more I could say or do.  I felt 
							totally helpless to rescue this situation.  The next 
			move was up 
			to Jennifer and I could see where this was 
			headed.  
							Feeling like I had lost the love of my life, I was 
							enveloped by an indescribable sense of darkness.  Was there any hope for 
			Jennifer?  It didn't seem that way.  The 
			only thing I knew was that 1979 was the worst damn year of my life.  And it wasn't over yet.  
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						| THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 22
 
						
						
						VICTORIA GETS DRUNK
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								Today
								might be Thanksgiving, but I didn't have much to 
								feel thankful for.  Last year at this time, 
								I had experienced the worst Thanksgiving of my 
								life when Patricia took me to meet her parents.  
								Just when you think things can't possibly get 
								worse, this year's Thanksgiving set the new 
								record for despair.  Never in my 
								wildest dreams did I expect my promising 
								return to Jennifer's arms would spiral so badly 
								out of control.  
								Knowing 
								that Jennifer was driving to Dallas to see Jeff, 
								I felt a terrible depression setting 
								in.   Knowing there was no guarantee 
								our latest rift could ever be repaired, hope was 
								in short supply.  The phone rang and my heart 
								leapt for joy.  
								Did Jennifer change her mind and decide to stay 
								in Houston?  I raced to the phone only to realize it was 
								Victoria.  Oh great.  
								Victoria 
					was just as depressed 
								as me.   
								She was really upset 
								over Michael's decision to move out.  The 
								emptiness of today's holiday was 
								unbearable and Victoria was at a loss how to proceed.  
								And now she was looking to me to cheer her up.  Victoria 
								is calling me for sympathy?  This 
								was pathetic.  Here's a dime.  Call 
								someone who cares.  But there was no reason 
								to be ugly. 
								Summoning what little fake enthusiasm I was 
								capable of, I asked Victoria about Michael.  
								 "I 
								thought you were going to invite Michael over 
								for a Thanksgiving meal." 
									
									"I don't think he wants to see me.  We haven't spoken seriously since Monday.  
									I saw him Tuesday after he watched 
									Stephanie, but he left immediately.  He 
									came by yesterday to pick up 
									Stephanie.  She spent the night with 
									Michael at his apartment.  I am here by myself.  I don't know what I am going to 
									do about today.  I hate holidays.  
									I hate Thanksgiving.  I don't even have a 
									turkey to cook.  I think I am going back to 
									bed until the world tells me it's sorry.  Right now I just want 
									to heat up some chicken enchiladas, have a 
									couple 
									margaritas and blow off the 
									entire day.  I hate everyone.  
									That includes you.  That reminds me, I 
									can't remember why I called you.  Why 
									did I call you?" 
								
								Good question.  From the sound of her voice, Victoria 
								had already finished one of those margaritas and 
								had another in 
								her hand.  Who could blame her?  
								She was in just as bad a place as me. 
								Maybe worse?  Was it even possible to feel 
								worse than me?  Despite my overwhelming depression, I actually 
								smiled.  The irony 
								was inescapable. Victoria 
								was pining over Michael, but Michael didn't want 
								her.  I was pining over Jennifer, but 
								Jennifer didn't want me.  Victoria had 
								moved mountains to force me to be her boyfriend, 
								but she didn't want me.  Here I was, 
								the guy no one wanted, and she was calling me 
								for comfort.  I had a great idea.  Why don't 
								Victoria and I invite everyone to Thanksgiving 
								dinner?  We could solve 
								all our problems in one fell swoop.  Michael. 
								 Rick. 
								 Jennifer. 
								 Victoria.
								 Jeff too.  Jackie, 
								Victoria's teenage friend, 
								could babysit Stephanie while the 
								rest of us played musical chairs.  
								Is anybody happy?  Maybe Jeff, but I 
								doubted it.  Surely 
								he could sense trouble in Jennifer's maddening reluctance to 
								completely commit.  I could not imagine
								five more miserable people if I tried.  I 
								tried to speculate how this was going to 
								end, but I had to quit when it made my headache 
								worse.   
								Victoria and I talked a while longer, but it was 
								aimless drivel.  Victoria was drunk getting 
								drunker.  After the phone got quiet for 
								while, Victoria said, "I 
								guess I 
								better call Michael and see what he wants to do.  
								Have a lousy Thanksgiving.  I'll talk to you later.  Goodbye."  I 
								sat there thinking it over.  Victoria had 
								spent the night alone.  She was alone right 
								now.  Did the thought of inviting me over 
								ever cross her mind?  It didn't seem that 
								way.  All I could do was shake my head in 
								wonder.  Not that I wanted to see her.  
								In fact, the thought had not crossed my mind 
								when we were talking.  It was obvious 
								Victoria didn't want me, so why wouldn't she 
								give me my freedom?   As 
								for Michael, I was 
								reminded of a famous quote.  
								 
									"When a man steals your wife, the best 
								revenge is to let him keep her." I 
								shuddered.  Was Michael praying I would 
								permanently 
								take his nutcase off his hands?  
								That's what Jennifer thought.  What if she was right?  
								What if Michael turned his back on Victoria and 
								she came after me again?  That was exactly what Jennifer was trying to 
								point out.  And yet Victoria could care 
								less.  Why couldn't I get Jennifer to see 
								this and quit punishing me needlessly?  
								Right now I felt like the turkey and I had 
								something in common.  We were both goners. 
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