In “Falling Into Fire”, as I’ve previously stated, the book was written because of the ultimate tragedy, involving loss of life, and to show that life was capable of being good after that. Melanie was in fact Kathleen’s tragedy, yet she survived it. This book was intentionally pushed toward a sweet romance, and was written for someone special, which can be read in the forward. Very few lives of course are lived in this much of a sweet, romantic way perhaps, but I tend to write this style because if everybody just wanted a shit-load of bad news they could simply turn on any television; there is plenty of carnage and trauma to be witnessed, both home and abroad.
With the advent of the internet and satellite communications not only are we more educated about the world around us, but in a way we are not only becoming immune to the drama but are expecting it. I’m certainly not casting aspersions on the diagnosis of ADD, but what would happen if kids movies weren’t non-stop, eye-jerking sensory overloads? What if from birth now we actually turned off video games and phones and computers for two hours every day? And what if we adults did it? What if we didn’t need constant *noise*? Most of you reading this read a lot and will laugh, because this isn’t written for you. How can we get everybody around us to start this on the right path?
I found a quiet corner of the Station and pulled out my phone. I decided to text message Bella instead of talk out loud so that I could get a little more intimate. We chatted for almost thirty minutes.
It had been a very interesting day for Bella. A little after noon, somebody rang the doorbell. She hobbled over to the door, and a youngish woman she’d never met before was standing on the porch. When Bella opened the door and asked her if she could help her, the other woman asked her where I was. Bella told her I was on shift. The other woman said that Bella had better not be lying and that I’d better not actually be home. Taken a little bit aback, Bella told her that she was free to go to the Station and see me there if she thought it was that important.
The other woman started crying and said she had to talk to me, that it was sort of an emergency. Bella told her that she didn’t know what else to say or do, but that I wasn’t home. Then the other woman suddenly got very belligerent and shouted, “Who in the hell do you think you are, bitch?” Bella held up her hand with the ring on it and said that she was the woman that was going to marry me next week. Then Bella looked the other woman squarely in the eyes, and said that she must be Melanie.
Melanie’s shoulders slumped, she started crying even harder, and she fell down to sit on the steps of the porch. Bell hobbled out on her crutches and told Melanie that the past was the past, that there were no grudges, but that I’d moved on and that Melanie needed to as well. Melanie wiped her eyes a few times with the her gloved hands and said that she was sorry to have bothered her and got in her car and left.
I texted Bella to call 9-1-1 if Melanie ever came back for any reason and not open the door to talk to her. Bella said that it was clear to her that Melanie was clearly in love with me still and had some issues, and didn’t see the need to have the police involved. I told her to at least watch out and be careful. I was scolded and Bella told me that she was a big girl and could fend for herself relatively well. She reminded me that she didn’t have my brawn, but she had lightning fast mental skills and could think and talk her way out of most situations. I did have to give Bella that. She was sharp, all right.
~Falling Into Fire
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