Rendezvous at the Scarborough Bluffs
Denise, an attractive, slim blonde, in her early thirties, looked out over the vast expanse that formed the Scarborough Bluffs, and a certain awareness filled her mind.
All her life she had followed the same road. A road that had taken her to journalism school, to work as a morning show anchor, to marriage with Robert, to having many friends, and extracurricular activities. All this in a period of only ten years. And then the road dropped off in front of her. Where all the hopes and dreams she was destined for used to be, now there was just an empty hole. And when you reach that hole there is often nowhere to go.
When Denise started on that path of academic and work success, marrying a wealthy young lawyer, the potential of the road seemed endless. But after everything that had happened during the past few months, it seemed that she was on her last ride on the road. The road led to nothing but that empty hole with nowhere to go. Indeed there was a curve in the road, a nasty curve.
One day while sorting through her husband’s clothes, Denise found a plastic bag of a powdery substance that looked like cocaine, in his underwear drawer. In the same drawer, Denise found a love letter that had been written to him by his legal colleague, Erica, a rather stunning tall, mid-thirtyish girl with flaming red hair. Erica had written the note thanking him for their romantic evening at the Royal York Hotel after their day in court. Denise had met Erica numerous times at legal gatherings and she had disliked her immediately. Erica had a foul mouth and looked and dressed like a slut. But that apparently worked for her as she was a successful lawyer, with rich clients, in the firm Robert worked for. Men couldn’t keep their eyes off her. “And who knows what else?” Denise would think every time she saw her.
When Robert came home from work that day, Denise angrily confronted him. “I found this bag of cocaine in your drawer,” she yelled at him. “I also see that you spent an afternoon with Erica. As a lawyer you know that drugs are illegal and dangerous. What’s more, we could both be arrested for possession of narcotics since I live in this condo too. You know that you have in me a beautiful and professionally successful wife who loves you. What do you think you are doing with that cheap bitch Erica?”
Robert sat down calmly on their double bed and took Denise in his arms. At first, Denise wrestled with him, but when he hugged her tight, she stopped struggling.
“Denise”, he answered. “I can explain everything. I have a very high-pressured job. I work with Erica on a lot on cases. It was she who introduced me to cocaine, which turns out to be very relaxing. As for the evening in the hotel, we had just won a big corporate lawsuit in the courts at 393 University, and Erica and I felt like celebrating. As you recall, you went to a gathering at the Toronto Press Club that evening.”
