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She's waitin' by the window
When he pulls into the drive
She rushes out to hold him
Thankful he's alive
But on the wind and rain
A strange new perfume blows
And the lightnin' flashes in her eyes
And he knows that she knows
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls
The thunder rolls
And the lightnin' strikes
Another love grows cold
On a sleepless night
As the storm blows on
Out of control
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls ---- Garth Brooks
Standing in the room with her eyes closed, Justine was shaken back to reality with the next lightning and thunder clap.
A shiver ran through her body as she ran to front windows to shut them. And the thunder rolled and the lightening flashed, but in her mind she was worried about HIM.
The fight they had earlier that evening was playing over and over again in her mind, and she realized that when she was replaying these memories when she got to the part where he grabbed his jacket and screamed, “I need some fckn air.. I will see you later” slammed the door, got in the car and laid some rubber leaving, that she was now worried about his safety.
“How stupid that fight was,” Justine thought. And I can’t really remember all the details except for the escalation to that exit. Alan had been gone for only four hours, but it seemed much longer and now with the torrential rain mixed with sleet, Justine was worried for his safety.
She made herself a cup of steaming cocoa, checked on the two children and sat on sofa wrapped in a warm throw. Silently, she said prayers for Alan’s safety. She must have dozed off because the next thing she was aware of was the lights pulling into the drive. Alan walked through the door and Justine got up from the sofa and went over to him to speak.
Alan looked at her and said, “Please don’t, I am still upset and I will sleep down here on the sofa tonite. I don’t really want to discuss earlier today at this moment. I just want some sleep before I need to get up to go to work.” Justine turned and looked at the clock in the hallway. It was 3 a.m. and when she brushed past Alan to go upstairs, she smelled a sweet flowery mixture with the smell of smoke and beer.”
She turned to Alan and said, “I’m glad you are OK, I was worried, what with the weather and all.” As she turned away, she pulled the throw tightly around her body and the tears could hold back no longer. She wept in silence. She pulled back the covers from the bed she usually shared with Alan and slowly sank in between the sheets, she thanked God for Alan‘s safety and wondered what happened to that love they shared oh so many years prior, the one that led to the miracle of their children and she closed her eyes and wept. The last thing she remembered before the sound of the alarm was the tears rolling into her ears.
She jumped to a sitting position in the bed and instinctively reached to the other side to wake Alan, and then she remembered. She got up and did all the morning routine perfunctorily and prepared to wake her children for their college classes.
Mark was the eldest and a senior in college. He was the saving grace around the house when Alan stayed late at work (more and more often). Laura was just a year behind her brother at the same college. They hated when Justine woke them because they were not morning people and Justine’s love of mornings, to them, was unwelcome. “How can you be so happy when you have to crawl out of a nice warm bed?” they asked. “Because I am happy to have one more day to love you” and they would roll their eyes and moan.
She left them to get ready and started downstairs slowly hoping that the air would have been cleared by now and things would just fall into place and flow as they normally had. But in her heart, she knew this was not to be.
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