The Whore of Babylon, A Memoir: A Novel

By Katrina Prado

Katrina Prado is the writer of numerous novels, together with a secret sequence in addition to many literary brief tales. She has had fabric released in Woman's global, Potpourri, The Chrysalis Reader, The Santa Clara assessment, Lite, and girl. Ms. Prado's reviews have additionally seemed in Yoga magazine. She has been a contract author for Woman's international journal and her paintings has aired on Public Radio's Valley Writers learn. She was once a two-time panelist on the Sacramento Reads! e-book pageant. Her brief tale Twig Doll gained first position within the 2000 Lite Circle Literary Contest. Her novel packing containers OF YEARS (March 27, 2002, emerging Tide Press) is offered in any respect bookstores, in addition to from Amazon.com. She lives along with her husband in northern California.

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I shut my eyes and as I enable myself to soak up Freddie’s quiet poise, a trickle of anything resembling peace wends its manner via me. i think his lips kiss my brow and the caress detonates a reminiscence of whatever necessary I misplaced a long time in the past. As Freddie leans in to kiss me back, the damn of a key within the entrance door invades the silence among us. Rob’s enforcing presence blots out front porch gentle. “Rob! ” I say. “Margot? ” “Mr. Skinner,” Freddie says, emerging from the sofa, preserving his hand out in greeting. “Well,” says Rob, “now that we’ve bought everybody’s identify, possibly anyone can inform me what within the hell is happening. ” Rob gazes from me to Freddie after which again to me back. “Your spouse has been injured. yet she’s okay,” Freddie says. “What the hell is happening? ” Rob responds. “Calm down, Rob,” I say. “We have been within the urban trying to find Robyn. i used to be jogging right into a comfort shop to shop for a bottle of water whilst i used to be attacked by way of a few hoodlums. I’m nice. No damage was once performed. ” Freddie and that i trade glances. i've got already made up our minds that the easiest direction for now's to mislead Rob approximately BLU BOY. Rob has confirmed to me that he’s a free cannon and the very last thing i would like is for him to hurricane into San Francisco, proverbial weapons blazing, in particular because i do know he’d move instantly to the SFPD. “Yeah,” Freddie says following my lead. “Couple of road punks yet I chased them away. Rob turns out chuffed through this rationalization. He strikes to my facet, sitting accurately the place Freddie was once and wraps me in his hands. “Oh God, child, are you ok? ” his voice is muffled as he presses me shut. His grip sends wracks of distress via my physique. I grimace silently. “I’ll be going,” Freddie says, letting himself out the door. I watch front door shut. Rob releases his grip round me, takes me at the hands and friends into my face. “I’m sorry, child. I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I be aware of i want support. Please, please. ” He releases my arms, grasps me through the higher hands and appears me immediately within the eye. “I’m an alcoholic. i would like support; i do know that. i'll do no matter what it takes to make this paintings. ” Sister Margaret’s phrases run via my head: ‘If your husband had melanoma or diabetes, might you simply abandon him? ’ “Oh Rob, I don’t understand. Maybe—” “Shhh, don’t say something. simply leisure. ” “I don’t wish ‘us’ to get within the means of rescuing Robyn,” I say, in protest. “I get that,” he says. “Don’t fear; it won’t,” he grins. “I’ve acquired 9 days sobriety. 9 days,” he says proudly. October nine, 2002 When I get up subsequent it really is to the hoop of the phone. I listen the clicking of the answering computing device, however the quantity is just too low for me to listen to who's leaving a message. solar carves ardent swathes in the course of the opened curtains. I seek advice my watch: approximately ten o’clock within the morning. Friday morning. Rob is long past. at the espresso desk is a cryptic be aware: I’ll be again. All my love, Rob. My mouth is brackish from the evening sooner than. I wince in discomfort as I push myself from the relief of the sofa. The ice pack that Freddie made for me is now a sack of water at the flooring.

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