An Opera on Separation - Chapter 17
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Summary: Lois’ presence disturbs the spirits at the Sterling residence. Some keep their cool, some lose their temper, and all are faced with their own dilemmas.
Rating: T - Content not suitable for children. Suitable for teens, 13 years and older, with minor suggestive adult themes.
Words: 1467
Notes: Back we are, two weeks later. It’s been hard finding a spot for this on my schedule. I never thought I’d be out of days to post stuff, and not out of stuff to post.
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Fear and Loathing
“Mother!” Nathan exclaims.
Standing by the doorway, Lois Sterling smirks, dangerously. “I am back.”
He rolls his eyes. “That I can see. What I wonder is why are you here and not dazzling crowds and bullying students in Sorbonne.”
“If you’re really interested…”
“I am really not.” He interrupted.
“If you’re really interested,” She continues, forcefully. “My post-doctorate program has come to its end, and I’ll be returning to Yale for the second term. There’s no direct flight between Paris and New Haven, so I thought it would be nice to see how my only son is faring before I head to Connecticut.”
“If only I could believe that.” The blond man sighs. “What do you want, mother?”
The eldest smirks. “Since you insist in going straight to business, very well. I came to pick up my jewellery. I kept here quite a collection and I’d like to take them with me. After all, every well-informed citizen in the western world now know you can get grabby, can’t you, Nathan?”
“There we go.” He grumbles. “I was starting to worry, I was pretty sure that would be the first thing out of your mouth.”
“I tried to give a more tasteful lead, out of consideration.” She responded.
“Of course, how stupid of me.” He growled back.
“I assure you, Mrs Sterling,” Emily saw fit to intervene. “That we have gathered everything that belonged to you and had Mr Goldstein deposit at your safe.”
“Oh, Emily, you’re here.” Lois says, monotone. “I did not notice, it always seems you blend with the wallpaper.”
The redhead retreats, but the blond comes to her defence: “Mother, you are at our house. Say what you want about me, but you will treat Emily with respect. She is, after all, doing much more for me as my ex-wife than you ever did as my progenitor.”
The tense standstill between Nathan, Emily and Lois was only broken by the arrival and consequential, and almost obligatory, sardonic comment of Queenie Harper-Rhodes.
“Lois Sterling. It’s been nineteen years if it’s been a day.” She smirked. “Still using a broomstick as a spine, I see.”
The woman smiled, resembling a hungry shark. “Soraya Harper. Still a tactless freeloader, I see.”
“Better off as a freeloader than as a frigid shrew. I know you hate all men, but women these days have options.” Queenie shots her a smile of superiority.
“I prefer self-respect, thank you very much.” Lois sneers and turns back to Nathan. “So, what do you intend to do?”
“About what?”
“About your judgement, of course!” She exclaims, as if it was obvious. “Are you going to flee the country? Tamper with evidence? Intimidate witnesses?”
“I am not doing such thing!” He exclaims, revolted.
She rolls her eyes. “Please, Nathan, respect my intelligence. The one thing you despise is to take responsibility for your actions. And you certainly isn’t innocent in this whole thing. You’re not competent enough to pull off a meteoric ascension like you did.”
He narrows his eyes. “I prefer not to discuss my legal strategies with the likes of you.”
“So there is a strategy, huh? I wonder what it is.” Then a thought races through her mind and understanding flashes on her blue eyes. “Unless… Oh, you’re really pathetic. Out of everything you ever did, the one thing I approved of was your divorce. But this girl waves a bone in front of you and suddenly back you are, waiting on her hand and foot.
“And I really cannot understand why.” Lois gets closer, like a panther closing down on prey. “Out of all your girlfriends, and you had your share, poor Emily here is nothing special. She’s not pretty, she’s not smart and she’s not ambitious. She dress like a granny, speaks like an annoying Santa’s elf, and has absolutely no personality. She’s just… flat. Flat Emily.”
“Lois?” Queenie calls her name.
“Yes?” She responds, with an evil smile.
Before she could say anything else, Queenie slapped her face, hard enough for the skin contact resonate throughout the apartment.
“This is my daughter you’re speaking about, so I’d hold my tongue if I were you.” The woman threatens, anger barely contained.
“I…”
Still not letting her speak, Queenie slaps her again, the force bucking Lois to her knees.
“I’ll tell you what she has.” Queenie holds Lois up. “She’s not so bitter to the point she has to blame her son for every setback her miserable life ever had. She doesn’t need the approval of a heartless, faceless academia to prove her self-worth. And she has a family that will rip off to the last of your teeth if you ever open your damned mouth to speak ill of her again.”
Queenie throws Lois in the ground and kicks her stomach for good measure.
“It’s better if you leave, mother. Now.” Nathan says, sneering and looking down at the woman. “You got what you came for.”
Emily was at Zig’s apartment, finishing her gruesome tale about the going-ons at Park Avenue that evening. Them both were laid on his bed, the man’s arm around her shoulders, trying to bring consolation through physical contact.
“So what happened after your mom hit Mrs. Sterling?” He asks, containing his frustration at the aristocratic family.
“I admonished my mom, of course. She shouldn’t have slapped Mrs. Sterling, regardless of what she said.” The woman responds, her worry about the consequences seeping through her voice. “She got angry, understandably, and left.”
Zig might have thought of many things to say, but none of them were fitting for the emotional state of the young woman, so he preferred to simply be comforting and say: “You had a rough night, huh?”
“Very.” She agrees and hides her face on his shoulder. “Thanks for letting me stay here, by the way. I didn’t want to stay there alone with Nathan.”
“Don’t mention it, Em.” He wrapped a hand on her waist, for support.
They stayed like this for a few silent moments until Emily asks, with a muffled voice: “Hey, Zig?”
“Yeah?”
The woman emerged from their position. “Do you think I’m flat? I mean, do I have a boring personality?”
“No!” He denies, but his voice wavers.
“Don’t lie!” She accuses, slightly hurt.
Feeling painted to a corner, Zig sighed and confessed: “I love you, Emily. Just like you are. And because I love you is why I worry about you. It’s not that you’re boring, but you could be more assertive. So that people like Nathan and his hag of a mother can’t walk all over you.”
Emily looked at her boyfriend and considered what she has been told. She opens her mouth to speak, but the man interrupts her: “I know that you think you owe Nathan, and I respect that. I don’t understand, but I respect that. I don’t want to fight you over that again, especially since we just got back together.
“But I worry about you, I worry that someday you might be taken for a fool, just because you’re so darn soft-hearted. That Nathan convinces you to do something terrible, something you cannot come back from, just so he can escape his trial.”
The redhead hugs the man tightly, resting her face on his toned chest. The warmth from her cheeks over his heart calmed his shallow breathing, the anxiety of knowing bad things are to come.
“I love you, too, you know?” She said. “And I know I can be… trusting, but I don’t think Nathan will be doing anything, at least not against me. But, either way, I have my eye on him, and I won’t be letting him go away with making me an accessory. Don’t worry about me.”
“Easier said than done.” The Latino grumbles, and the woman kisses his cheek.
“Come on, let’s sleep.” She said, smirking. “It’s late, and we both had too much of an exciting evening.”
“Fine, bossypants.”
They kissed one last time, covered themselves and turned off the light.
Still on that same evening, Queenie sat on a bar, twirling an olive on a martini, thinking about life.
“Have you been waiting long?” A deep voice comes from behind her.
She smirks and faces the man. “Yes. But I don’t mind.”
“Not that you could. It’s not like we scheduled anything.” He counters, with a smirk of his own.
“That would be a lousy stake out.” They chuckle, and she continues: “How are you, Nathan?”
“Same as always, same as always.” He responds, a slight grimace on his face. He, then, motions for the barkeep for a drink. “How did you know I’d be here?”
“Wherever Lois go, you’ll surely be trailing shortly behind.” The woman answers, twirling her tousled hair, faux-innocently. “Let’s dive into business, shall we?”
“Whatever the lady wants.”
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