Black Coffee (Tara's Dream)|Dearest Diary, - Book 1 (unedited)

Chapter Two.

Dearest diary,

I have been feeling out of sorts lately, but after reading those passages I no longer feel so anguished. They all talk about grace and you have to agree with me that that man is indeed wise.

Yea, they probably should have called him Solomon, but I guess David will do.

I know, I know. I have broken one of my rules about writing names in you, but what’s the harm. It is not like it is a secret?

Anyway, so I am still here trying to relax, but it's hard. My mind is thinking up so many projects and I am feeling so restless, because being here means that I can’t do much about it.

What? That's a great idea. I will look around and see what I can do.Until later. Ciao!

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“Attara!” Troy bursts into my room tightly holding his phone in his right hand. I quickly save the word document under diary thirty six and look up to face him.

“What?” I ask, studying his angry expression.

“What is my mother talking about?” he demands from me.

“I am sorry I do not understand.”

“Thirty thousand dollars?”

My breath hitches and my heart is caught in my throat.

“What about them?” I reply opting to play dumb.

“She thinks you stole from me?”

“What? Because I can't take a loan to pay off my mother’s debts?”

“Attara...”

“No!” I rise up to walk out, but his hand grabs me and pulls me back.

“Why don’t you tell me what happened?” he says in a much softer tone.

“Troy, I told you. I am not comfortable talking about your mother.”

“Please...”

“No. I will not do it!”

“Attara...”

“Troy, you’re resourceful. Find some other way, but it will not come from my mouth.”

He looks at me, his piercing gaze seeing right through into my soul, but I am not afraid. I have nothing to hide. Well, nothing that concerns him anyway.

“Okay.” he nods and pulls me into a hug. “I guess I understand your reasons, but I do hate being in the dark.”

I nod into his chest and he places a kiss on my forehead.

“Do you want to go out?” I ask pulling back.

“Where?” he asks me smiling.

“Tuktuk ride?”

“What’s a Tuktuk?”

“You will see.”

As Troy gets ready for our imprompt tu Tuktuk  ride, I take the opportunity to slip out of my white Dira and into a loose kneelength sheath dress. Considering the hot and humid weather, I slip into my gold sandals and take a wide hat to protect myself from the mid morning sun.

Maggie and Bri walk into the cabin just as I exit my room and I request the older woman to prepare my daughter while I contact the hotel reception to make arrangements for our afternoon out.

"Ready?" Troy asks as he walks into the living room in tan fitting jeans and a white T-Shirt.

"Yes, but I am waiting for Bri. Then we can move out."