“I’m back in Malibu, all is well, and darn I miss you, Camille.” It was sad to see Lou return home on Sunday, but we had a terrific time together that weekend and I was already looking forward to our trip to Phoenix in two weeks to pick out our high school reunion site. Little did I know, as I was musing over my weekend with Lou, that I was soon to be for in for the shock of a lifetime.
Early the next morning, I awakened to the sound of my cell phone ringing. Who could be calling me at 6:00 a.m. on a Monday morning? Irritable with the early caller, I decided to let the call go to voice mail. Following a hot shower I headed for the kitchen to start the coffee brewing, while grabbing my phone to listen to the caller’s message. I was not prepared for what I heard and a feeling of foreboding came over me as the ominous voice began to speak:
“My name [long pause] is Jody.”
Jody. Why did that name sound familiar?
The voice continued…’Jody, as in Jody Martin, and I understand you just spent the weekend with my husband, Lou. Oh, and by the way…I’m not dead.”
WH-AATT?! Fortunately for me it was not fly season or I would have consumed a bucket of them as my mouth gaped open and my heart sank to my stomach.
With icy sarcasm, the voice continued: “Lou tells me [evil snicker] that you’re innocent of all of this, but of course, I don’t believe him. At any rate, I’m on my way to the hospital as it appears Lou had a heart attack after I caught him lying. Here’s my phone number in the off chance you want to call me.” And the call went dead.
At that moment time seemed to stand still as I stood there in disbelief, trying to make sense out of what I’d just heard. Lou’s wife – ALIVE? How can that be? He told me she was dead!
Leaning against the kitchen counter clutching my cell phone, Lou’s words from our first date came flooding back: ‘My wife died of Leukemia…I had to let her go….it was devastating…’.
Still in shock, I knew what I must do. If this woman truly was Lou’s wife come back from the dead, I must talk to her. I dialed her number. Crud. The answering machine. Ah…Jody (I stammered into the phone) this is Camille. You just left me a message? Anyway, I really need to talk to you, so would you please call me as soon as possible?
Not knowing what else to do, I headed for my bedroom to try and focus on getting ready for work. My mind began spinning as more memories of conversations with Lou came flooding back:
“Camille, would you mind if I told you about my wife dying?…I tried everything to save her….”. And then…”I believe I’m falling in love with you, Camille and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” O.M.G! How could anyone stoop so low? I began to get furious. And then the phone rang.
To be continued…