Sep. 25th, 2020 at 9:26 AM
A Hard Sale
FRANCIS WINTHER + SAUL TARSUS
The doc tries to move on with a little help from Saul.
The doc tries to move on with a little help from Saul.
SEPTEMBER 25, 2020 | VELOUR & VARNISH | WARNING: A SAD MAN
It was beyond all of Francis' comprehension as to why today of all days was the day he woke up feeling ready to make a change. A minor change, sure, but a change that had to be made. One of the gals at the office suggested he do some serious home redecorating, even hiring the local interior designer, and he had considered her words carefully. Originally, he planned to call the designer at lunch to set up a consultation and see what she had to say in regards to his home. Instead, he was staring at the fine China set out for display on the kitchen hutch. Diana had been so excited to put it all up after their wedding. They had ordered the hutch from a company in Vermont that sold authentic Amish furniture. The China was from a mutual friend.
"We got it at the flea market if you could believe it!"
It was the only thing of importance Francis could recall about it. They had never used it. Not once. Not that they'd been married all that long or had enough events together to warrant the use. No. It barely got to see the light of day because Francis wasn't ever going to use it on his own and felt no need to keep it without Diana. So that damnable China glaring down at him from the hutch whenever he passed through the kitchen-dining space seemed like a good place to start in the "cleanse" of his life. Baby steps. Something he didn't like or care for could go, right? Easy, right?
Not easy.
At first Francis didn't really think about what he was doing. It was a decision he made and promptly began to take each piece down, layering them up with sheets of polystyrene between each saucer, plate, and cup. About halfway through it seemed to sink in, sending Francis down a dark path where he battled with himself between putting it all back up and chickening out or finishing what he was doing and getting it out of the house. It has no importance. Diana just liked it. She liked a lot of things. It has no value. It wasn't used. Our friends wouldn't ever know. I'll tell them it's in the attic. Yeah. The attic... A grueling forty-five minutes later Francis was standing outside of the local antique shop looking at the door feeling a bit like he might be sick. His stomach was in knots. Do it. He squint at the sign, then through the front windows to admire the arrangement. Do it. He pulled a few faces, chewing his lip and scrunching his nose. Stalling. DO. IT. FRANCIS.
The doctor stepped forward and wrenched open the door with his left hand, a twinkly bell ringing as he did so.
Tags: saul tarsus, † francis winther