The Viscottis’ Tales at Pesky Peek


CHAPTER EIGHTTEEN:
290 Main Street





I’m going out. By the way, I’ve taken your car. Lily xx.


Well, you can scratch the idea of going by car to the nearest corner shop, then. Liz told herself. I’ll call a cab…

Annoyed, Liz grabbed the phone in the kitchen (that she couldn’t seem to leave alone for two seconds these days) and called the cab company.

Fifteen minutes later (the taxi had been late) Liz stood outside 290 Main Street in Pleasantview. After much thought, she had decided to go to Pleasantview. It was the farthest away from her other choices but she found that she didn’t know anyone that lived there, so she figured it was the safest place to buy a pregnancy test at. The shops at Pesky Peek were too expensive and the people would surely gossip about her buying a pregnancy test there. Liz could just imagine how quickly the news would fly in the small town. She had already disgraced herself, apparently, by bringing home the bartender from The Turkey. Veronaville was not a good idea either. People would gossip there as well, but that wasn’t her biggest problem. She knew too many people from there (Sarah and her parents being just a small fraction of them) and everybody that she would meet on her way there would no doubt want to stay and chat. No, Veronaville was not the place that she had wanted to go to right now. Strangetown was just… strange to say the very least and Downtown didn’t appeal to her either. So Pleasantview it was.

Liz stepped into the shop and browsed at the magazines for a minute, pretending to be interested in them. Slowly, she made her way towards the women’s section of the shop. It didn’t take her a long time to find what she wanted. She picked it up and stuffed it into her bag quickly, glancing at the people in the shop. Good. Nobody had taken any serious notice in what she was doing there. She could breathe again.

Then she saw him by the counter, trying on some cologne and having a conversation with the lady that stood by the till. Liz felt a stab of jealousy even though she told herself that he was just having a normal conversation with a woman –– a very pretty woman.

Slowly and discreetly, Liz made her way towards the magazine rack again that stood opposite the counter. What had seemed like a normal conversation from a distance turned out to be a rather “friendly” one.

Grabbing the newest Cook Like A Chef, Look Like A Model magazine from the rack and flipping through the pages, Liz strained her ears to hear what her man was saying to that horrible woman –– that wasn’t pretty at all, rather ugly now that Liz saw her dirty face!

“… And then I’d like to buy some roses and some expensive champagne, put them down on the table nicely.” Vince was saying to the scheming little cow. “I could cook some turkey –– you always liked my turkey, didn’t you? –– and light up some scented candles and dim the lights, play some Italian music…”

“Sounds nice.” The woman said.

Vince sprayed some more cologne on himself.

“Do you think this is romantic enough?”

The woman sniffed at his chest, and then purred, “It’s perfect.”

Liz gave out a loud huff, threw the magazine down on to the floor and stomped out of the shop, not hearing what happened next amidst all her huffing and puffing.

“She’s a very lucky lady to be getting all this, Vince.”

“She deserves it. Liz is a really special lady; one of a kind.” Vince said, his brown eyes sparkling. “I just hope she feels the same about me.”


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