The blindfold itched Shirley's nose. The urge to reach up and tear it off was unbearable, but she took a deep breath and kept her hands still. It had only been six hours since they'd said their vows to each other, and she wasn't about to start a fight.
“We're just about there,” Paul said, squeezing her arm.
Relief ran through her body. At the age of thirty-three, she'd finally found herself a husband. She and Paul had cyber dated for almost a year before arranging a live get-together at the Tulsa City Library. Two months later they were married. Thinking about it made Shirley’s stomach flip.
“Can you see it?” she asked.
“Yeah,” he answered, practically giddy. “We're pulling into the driveway now.”
Three weeks before the wedding, Paul had announced that Tulsa was too busy, too crowded for his taste and he wanted to move. Shirley had been hesitant at first, but when she was offered a job teaching elementary school in Lincoln, Oklahoma, a town of only 10,000, she figured it was a sign.
The car’s engine rumbled to a stop.
“Stay put,” he said. “I'll come around and get you.” Paul’s Velcro tennis shoes barely made a sound on the asphalt as he walked around and opened her door. “Hop out,” he told her.
She grasped his skinny wrist and hoisted herself up, knocking her head only twice on the car’s door frame. A hint of regret made its way back into her thoughts. She wished she’d been able to pick out the house with him, but Paul had been so excited that he'd gone to Lincoln without her, found the place, and bought it. All she had done was wire him money from her account for the down payment.
The cloth around Shirley’s eyes slipped down slightly, revealing a cloudless blue sky. Perfect. It was a beautiful day to see her new beautiful home. Shuffling blindly up the front steps was no easy task. Stairs always reminded her of the weight she needed to lose. A door creaked opened and she tilted her head. Why would the door make a sound like that?