TITLE: The Interim Solution
GENRE: Adult fiction
They parked around the corner on Kimbark Avenue. Nobody parked on 55th since the city put in the meters, except lazy people who wouldn't walk a few steps. Side streets were clear, unless there was something going on in the park.
Karen usually enjoyed this street, but not today as they walked to the new church. She looked toward 53rd and sighed. Her favorite way to spend lunchtime was to walk to Ribs 'n' Bibs, eat at the window counter, and then stroll west to the Ace hardware store.
She loved to spend time there, learning how to fix the fading elements of the house. She had enough tools for basic repairs, but Tom reacted when she suggested they buy more. "Not ladylike, and a waste of money. Take golf lessons, for God's sake. What does it take to get you to follow simple suggestions?"
Karen wondered if she was starting to slip. That's the thing about being crazy. You don't know if you're sliding into hell again, or just having a bad day. Which this was shaping up to be. She'd accepted Tom's devotion to this church; it improved his behavior, but brought other challenges. Each day was more difficult. She hoped to hold on long enough for the prenuptial agreement to hit. Her father was adamant about the agreement, he was right. Tom was not what he seemed, but few people saw through the flawless manners, the natty attire, and the sweet good looks that still thrilled. Occasionally.