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The idea comes from a book entitled Bitches and Sad Ladies
edited by Ann Rotter.
Karen remembered the time the man she loved most in the world, pulled her up on his lap, and whispered "of my six grandchildren, you are the only
one I truly love",. She threw her arms around his neck, smiling with joy. "I love you the most too, Papa".
Now she stood in a hotel room in Singapore, a place she came with him, because he had a work project to attend to there. She listened to her husband
as he spoke to her.
She stood stunned, dazed, as she heard the man she cared about most in the world say to her "Getting to know you so thoroughly and completely has
caused me to despise women. I see women now, and I wonder if they are like you. I will never take that chance again".
Karen ran to the bathroom and locked the door behind her. She wanted to be alone. To think. She sat on the bench inside the shower stall, and cried.
She listened for the hotel room door to slam or shut. It didn't.
She lost track of time as she laid in the fetal position on the shower floor. "What have I done to him?" "What have I done?" she sobbed.
When she met and fell in love with John she felt she had met the most wonderful man in the world. Kind and generous. Successful and adventuresome.
She was so happy when he proposed, knowing she would always be loved. She would always be there for him, and he for her.
She remembered that young man, then turned her thoughts to him today, in the here and now. He was angry and upset. Bitter and discouraged. She had
done this to him. He had said so. She had ruined his life, and probably her own. What the hell was wrong with her that she had ruined her own
husband? One she had vowed to love and honor. Still, she thought, she hadn't deserved the wrath he'd brought down on her. It was cruel. She
didn't deserve it.
She heard his cell phone ring, John talking, and then he came to the bathroom door. Although it was locked, she didn't hear him try the handle. He
had gotten a call from work; there was an emergency. He was leaving and he said they would talk when he got back. She muttered "okay" with a voice
that didn't even sound like hers. She heard the door shut softly.
When she woke up she was still on the bathroom floor. Light was beginning to come through the window, and she realized she had slept all night.
Stiff and chilled, she put on her robe and went to the bedroom. He wasn't there. It appeared he hadn't been there all night.
She ordered coffee, showered and dressed, waiting for John to come back for the inevitable confrontation, trying to think what she would say to him.
And he to her.
But he didn't come back, and he didn't call. She again spent the night alone in the hotel room.
The next morning she turned on the news, and there it was. An American petroleum engineer had been hired to construct an oil rig in the sea, and it
had failed. There were pictures of the rig sinking into the ocean. Fortunately it was sinking slowly, and the workers had all been rescued by boat.
There were no injuries and no fatalities. But it had failed. The mechanisms designed to support the rig had failed.
John would take this hard. She tried calling him on his cell phone but he didn't answer, and the message box was full and not taking new
The news report called John by name, and showed a brief interview with him. He said he was uncertain as to what had caused the collapse. He had sent
the design and pertinent information back to his home office in Texas so they could try to ascertain what had gone wrong. He had resigned after
efforts to save the rig had been unsuccessful. They showed a picture of him leaving the worksite by boat, the sinking rig in the distance. He looked
tired and distraught.
The following morning, there was still no word from him. She called the office in Singapore, and they didn't know where he was, so she called the
office in Texas who said as far as they knew he was still in Singapore. They had been apprised of what had happened, and talked to him shortly
Two more days passed without any word from John. Karen was starting to get seriously worried and was preparing to go to the police. She was in fact,
getting ready to call a cab and go to the police station when he called.