Meet the main cast of, In Search of A Healing Place. Introducing Ms. Farryn Grant!
Excerpt from In Search of a Healing Place:
Tyrone’s training class ended by three that afternoon. He decided to make an impromptu visit to the office to meet his mail crew reports. As he stepped within the main office, he saw that it was empty. No doubt, the crew were out making deliveries. He looked over at the huge desk in the corner and pivoted sharply. He stepped out into the hallway. Slowly perusing the corridor, he noticed a room next door. Trying the door knob, he found it unlocked and pushed it open. He found an old supply room. Most of the things had been transferred to another location. Tyrone envisioned it becoming his office. Impulsively, he pulled out his cellphone and dialed Farryn’s telephone number.
“Hi. Do you have a minute to meet me near the mailing depot?” He asked her. “ Okay, I’ll see you in a bit.” He disconnected and was glad that she was professional with no hint of the drama from the night before. It was refreshing because he hadn’t felt like addressing that in the moment. Five minutes later, he could hear her walking toward him. He took a deep breath and turned toward her. She was stunning. It was almost as if he’d forgotten how attractive she was. Today, she was dressed in a tan suit with a silk scarf tucked into the top of her jacket. Her skirt hit her legs mid-calf, and in a glance his gaze swept from her chignon coiffed hair style to her nude sling back shoes. Her legs looked as if she had no stockings on, but when she drew closer, he could make out the faint tint of the hosiery.
“Good afternoon Tyrone. What can I do for you?”
Okay, you may not want to ask me that, he thought. “I noticed that this room beside the depot is empty. I’d like to make this my office. How soon can we make this happen?”
He watched, as she appeared pensive. She had folded one arm across her body, resting the other arm on its wrist. The berry colored index nail tapped against her cheek, as she seemed to make a decision. Then she raised her eyes to lock with his. “Give me a couple of days. By the time you complete your training, it should be a decent office.”
He could not help but to feel a bit shocked. He had expected some resistance. He took a relieved breath and smiled. “Great. I came to meet my team, but they are out, naturally. However, there are some things I have noticed.” He said as he walked into the mail area. I think this room can be remodeled to make the process a bit more streamlined. Nothing seems to have been changed since I worked here years ago and I know some of these department heads are no longer here,” he said pointing to some of the open nooks made for the mail. “I don’t even believe these departments,” he said directing her attention to the bottom left, “are even current. Haven’t some of these departments merged?” He asked as he turned to await her response.
“I wasn’t aware of this. That is great. Draw up your plans for what you envision and I will see what can be done.”
“Wonderful. Now are you available to give me a cooking lesson this evening?”
His last question drew her up short. She looked at him, taking in his casual grin, a smirk that seemed too self-assured to her.
“Unfortunately, I don’t have the time for that.” She said as she pivoted and walked toward the door.
“That’s not what you said last night.” With his hands tucked into his pockets, he strolled toward her. He watched as she stopped in her tracks.
She turned toward him, her hands on her hips, eyes blazing, “Yeah well that was before you dropped some of your emotional baggage on my feet.”
He continued walking until he was just before her. He could feel her breath against him and he tucked his head until his lips were just beside her ear, where he whispered. “What if I say I’m sorry about that?” He could feel how much she wanted to bolt, but he admired how she stood her ground. He watched curly wisps of hair move as his breath blew against her cheek.
She felt her insides in tumult. Her nerves were on edge and her private space felt incredibly violated, but she knew she couldn’t step back. She could not let him have this power win, despite how crazy his cologne was making her. His curly hair was close enough that she only had to reach up to run her fingers through them. But what was the hardest was not to give into the insane impulse to just lean into his shoulder. She didn’t have a doubt that he would simply put those muscular arms of his around her. She didn’t even remember the last time she’d been held—by anyone. Taking a steadying breath, she drew the conclusion that it had to be temporary insanity that had her feeling so affected by this man that she had only met the morning before.
“So how does seven sound to you?” He now murmured against her hair.
“It sounds insane!” She murmured back, before turning abruptly and walking away.
“See you at six-thirty then!” he said laughing while he enjoyed the sway of her hips retreating from him. ~*~ Jonathan walked into the home. His first impulse was to yell out that he was home. Then his second thought was to simply ease into his study and collect his thoughts. He did not know why he felt bad about not coming home earlier in the day. He had done nothing wrong and yet it felt as if he had done something wrong—keeping it from her. Maybe it was not understanding of why, that left him so unsettled. Therefore, he found himself easing into the room, shutting the door behind him. They had been completely open with each other ever since they had been together. Now he was starting to feel as if he could not be his whole self anymore, at least not with her. He did not know where he fit in her world. He suddenly had inherited this new life and he wasn’t exactly sure what to do with it. How did one act as a husband? Not just a husband, but a husband to Cherise? He had been a boyfriend, a lover, and for her, he’d wanted to be her prince–the one that swept her off her feet. He had loved being what felt like her everything and now all of that seemed to have changed and through an event that was supposed to be a momentous one. He wondered if he would feel differently if she carried his child, had his child. He wondered if he was making a big deal over nothing by insisting on carrying this resentment of his brother.
He laid his head on his desk and was surprised to feel errant tears sliding down his hand and beneath his face. He had lived his whole life it seemed taking care of his brother and Tyrone had screwed up so much in defiance. Loyally he had cleaned up each mess. However, this mess was something intangible. This mess screwed with his wife’s head and was manifested in the face of their beautiful daughter while it created a constraint on the way he loved his wife and in the way he made love with his wife. He was so afraid of breaking her in some way that it seemed easier not to touch her at all. He did not know how to fix this and he felt that it was only the beginning of something changing between them forever. He resented that as well. Maybe it could work itself out on its own in time. He sat up and laid his head upon steepled fingers. Time–that was all that they needed. With resumed zeal, he leaned down and pulled out the contracts he had been carrying since that morning. This situation would work. He would make sure. Because no matter what he could not be another person to give up on his wife.