Living Is Not What It Seems Pt. 01

Living Is Not What It Seems Pt. 01 by anunknownsenior

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Living is not what it seems

Part One

Re-edited

This is my first time writing and mistakes will occur. This is pure fiction and represents no one.

Jim and Amy Anderson, high school sweethearts, married for 12 years, were a prominent middle-aged couple from New England bringing their northeast upbringing into a southern Virginian suburban charmed way of life. Jim Anderson, 40, dark haired, brown eyed and a little over 6′ weighing approximately 210 was a well-known local writer of various novels ranging from fantasies to romance. Amy, 38, blond, blue eyed and the appearance of a tall shapely woman with all the attributes that go along it.

With the Moving truck finally emptied and the full load of boxes and furniture distributed throughout our new home Amy handed me a set of keys informing me it was my turn to do the grocery shopping, which was something I always dreaded. The reason for this was every time I returned, I’d have to listen to Amy complain why did you buy this, you spent too much money on that, or do you think money grows on trees? According to my wife Amy, I seemed to grab more stuff than we actually need or want and today probably would be no different except we need to stock up on groceries. Amy on the other hand stayed to unpack various needed boxes in their new home, something she felt I had a problem with like most men when it came to arranging things in their proper places. In Amy’s eyes men didn’t know how to fold, roll or hang up clothes which included me. Either way you look at it today being our first day in a new home and neighborhood she felt she was where she needed to be, and I was where she wanted me to be. So off I went leaving her to her duties and me to find the nearest Supermarket/Grocery Store. Twenty minutes later, a decent looking market popped up in front of me, pulled in and parked. I grabbed myself a couple of carriages knowing the list in my head could take a fair part of the afternoon and did.

“My! My! Who and what do we have here?” an accented voice which appeared out of nowhere. “Seems like you’re buying out the store! You need some help with your carriages?”

As I turned, looking where the voice came from, I observed “an old cliché”…a Southern Belle minus the hoop skirted skirt. What stood before me was a diminutive slender curly haired young lady in a pair of tight-fitting jeans and a loose fitted collared white blouse.

“Hi!” I answered as I continued to place my parcels on the conveyor belt.

“Don’t talk much do you, sweety?” she asked.

“I’m sorry?” feeling a little annoyed with the questioning.

“I asked if you needed a little help with your carriages. Just trying to be neighborly.” she asked again.

“No thanks! What I need is an extra pair of hands of my own!” I replied.

“You’re not from around here, are ya?” still being inquisitive.

“No! My wife and I just moved in today and the movers just finished dropping off our belongings. My job today, is the shopping while my better half decided she was better off reconfiguring the interior of our home!”

“My name is Luanne Benton! My husband and I live not too far up the road on the Essex Street Cul-de-sac.”

“I’m sorry, we had long drive and I’m tired with lots of things still to do. Where are my manners! My name is Jim Anderson. Did you say Essex Street? We bought a house on Essex, number 34!”

“You must have bought the old Tanner’s house! That old man passed away a year ago with no heirs. The house just sat there…Bo, that’s my husband, live next door,”

“Well neighbor, very glad to meet you and when we’ve finally settled in, I hope you and your husband will stop by!”

“Well, here’s my good deed for today, neighbor! I’ll escort this cart in front of me to your mode of transportation!” as she grabbed one of one of my carts.

“Thank you! Maybe you can stop over later and introduce yourself to my wife! I’m sure she’d like to take a break about that time!”

“Sure, will do handsome!” placing his carriage by the car and walking away with a quick wave.

Looking over my shoulder, I couldn’t help but notice the motion in her hips as she walked to her car. I couldn’t wait to get home to tell Amy I met one of the neighbors at the store and then meekly tell her we may have company in the very near future. Approaching our driveway I purposely looked over toward the house next door and recognized her car sitting at number 36. I was hoping she was outside so I could secretly admire her ass again.

“What are you looking at?” Amy asked, surprising the hell out of me as I came to a stop.

“The neighbor’s house, number 36. I had the honor of meeting a Luanne Benton. I invited her over to introduce herself. Don’t know much about her other than her husband’s name is Bo. She gave me a hand walking one of the carriages out to our car. Our cute neighbor called me handsome as well!

“Uh Huh!” Amy said with a grin. “You are handsome, I’ll hand her that! Don’t let it go to both heads. How about I help my big strong handsome man with the groceries if he can tear himself away from having a big FAT head!” mimicking baby talk banter.

With the grocery items stocked in their perspective cabinets, Amy took her husband on a tour throughout the house and it’s near completion. To me, I was very proud how Amy had taken charge of the movers and the dispersal of their furniture in the appropriate rooms. Amy was much better at the interior decorating aspect of a home than me.

“All we need now are curtains, rugs and various other last-minute decors.” Amy said proudly!

*KNOCK! *KNOCK! *KNOCK!

“Who could that be?” Amy asked, not knowing anyone.

“Maybe a truck full of money, neighbors, candle stick maker?”

“You’re impossible, my handsome man!” grabbing my chin as she peeked through the door window.

There standing on the other side of the door was a smiling short blond curly haired woman about her size wearing tight jeans and a white blouse carrying a box of what looked to be pastries.

“Hello?” asked Amy as she opened the door.

“Hello nothing!” she said. “Met your handsome man at the store and decided to see for myself who YOU were and welcome you to the neighborhood with these calorie grabbing pastries.”

“Wow! You must be that cute neighbor my Jim talked about!” Amy replied. “Come on in! Not too sure about the pastries though! We’re at the age where it would be extremely hard to lose if we gained the weight.”

“If you ain’t gained it now, in this neighborhood we’d definitely keep it off you!”

“My husband did mention having met a new neighbor this morning at the store and I’d gather by the looks it was you he described in a summary form.”

“I hope it was positive! In this neighborhood we try to keep negativity from spreading!” Extending her hand toward Amy, “My name is Luanne Benton and my husband who’ll be introducing himself at a later time is Bo.”

“Glad to meet you, Luanne! You can call me Amy. Can I get you anything to drink? Water? Tea? Coffee? we don’t have anything stronger yet!”

“Tea would be great, Thanks!” Luanne answered looking around “It’s been a year since anyone’s been living here and I can see with a little tenderness you can really get this place really lively again.”

“I’m sure between Jim and I, we can set it up the way we want. I don’t know about the lively. Once that get’s done the yard and pool will be next on the agenda.”

“I can see pool parties in the future. Luanne said with a smile. “One other thing, not to be too personal what do y’all do for a living?”

“Jim, can you do me a favor and get a couple of teas and one for yourself if you want! Pot’s already heating on the stove and the tea is in the far cabinet. Thank you, babe!”

“You’re not being personal. It’s no secret, I earned a doctorate in psychology and minored in photography. Amy responded. “Jim…You can set the tea here and join us if you want…is a Novelist.”

“Talk about coincidence, My Bo is an avid full time professional photographer with studio and all in the basement. I write short personal private stories and dance at various private clubs. It’s good money in both the story writings and the dancing.”

*Knock! *Knock! *Knock!

“I’ll get the door!” As I got up to answer the door. “Hello?”

“Hi! I’m Bo! Is my wife Lu in there? She left me a note letting me know she was visiting the new neighbors which I gather is you!”

“Please come in! I’m Jim Anderson and this is my wife, Amy!”

Amy, being a gracious host, stood up trying to shake Bo’s hand but found herself surprised with a bear hug and a subtle kiss on her lips. Finally being released, Amy was able to catch her breath but couldn’t help being in awe of his southern athletic boyish charm and appearance, tight jeans, large hands and a square jawed facial feature.

“Bo! Jim’s a writer just like me…well not exactly like me. He’s a novelist! Amy deals with the head and loves photography!”

“I minored in Photography at the University! I majored in Psychology!” Amy corrected.

“I told her you were a professional photographer and had your own studio!” Luanne stated. “Maybe sometime down the road Jim can teach me better writing when it comes to my stories and Amy can check out your studio!”

After that that long winded invitation I needed to get a word in…

“I’ve been away from my writing for too long due to this move. I mind was drawing a blank on what to write next, but had I hoped the change in scenery would clean out the cobwebs within my head. Hopefully if I get that chance, I’d be able to read some of your work!”

“That would be great!” Luanne spoke.

“My door will always be open should you desire to observe a studio in action.” Bo informed Amy. “I shoot everything from school portraits to adult portraits, public to private. During the day my time is for the public and at night the more private is preferred. I’d even, with your permission, have a shooting of you.