Call Me Tuesday Novels & Stories

~Katia~ My mother called on a Sunday morning, which was already suspicious. Martha Kensington did not make casual calls. Every call had a structure, a purpose, and an agenda she had prepared in advance and would execute regardless of your participation. Calling on a Sunday morning, when she knew I'd be home, when she knew Aiden would be eating breakfast and I'd be two coffees in and marginally more agreeable than on a weekday, was not a coincidence. That was scheduling.

“Why are you calling?” “Calm down bud, it’s been over twenty four hours since I’ve given you my card and you haven’t given me any call. I might as well do that for you, I’m calling you on your behalf. Let’s set up that tea or coffee appointment I spoke about, and discuss business like we agreed on. What do you say about today’s noon at the GreenHouse cafe? I’ll be on time,” he conveyed to me in his English accent. I rolled my eyes.

She left on a Wednesday with the specific quality of someone who has found a place they will return to and knows it. At the door she looked at Selene and said, "Thursday calls." Selene looked at her. "I already have Thursday calls," she said. "Then add one," Bren said. Selene looked at her for a moment. "Wednesdays," she said. "Wednesday afternoons." Bren nodded. "Wednesday afternoons," she confirmed. She went.

Then, at last, the call connected. “I know we’re not on good terms,” Dante said without preamble, his voice low and urgent, “but I need to talk to you. Soon.” There was a brief pause. “Okay,” the voice replied. “Thursday.” Dante ended the call and stared at his phone for a moment. The number on the screen belonged to Adrian.

87. Soraya🍒 I was supposed to be on my way to work, a regular, peaceful routine. I called Thane’s phone one last time to see where he was, since he was supposed to come home and make me dinner. When that didn't happen, I got worried about him, and that's why this morning, while I was getting ready, I made the call, only for the most shocking thing to happen: a woman with a smug and sluty voice picked up the call.

However, just as I feel distressed, my phone suddenly rings. It's Leo Wilson calling! Is he going to mock me? Or does he decide the time to sign the divorce papers with me? Thinking that there is still the last procedure to be finished between us, I take a deep breath, wipe away my tears, and answer the phone. I'm afraid that my voice sounds like sobbing, so I keep silent. But Leo Wilson says to me, "Come by the stable next Tuesday at 8:00 pm." "Okay," I say yes.

This was the only perfect way I knew to deflect his question without coming out as unfeeling. Stein blinked. “The road? Kai, it's barely eight and checkout isn't until—” “Yeah, well, traffic's a bitch on Tuesdays, and I've got work tomorrow. Besides, we need to drop by and pick up our son.” I didn't look back. “You coming or what?”

“I’ve missed your greedy cunt. I’ll come visit same time next Tuesday.” I press my thighs together, smile into my coffee, and put the letter in the drawer with the others. Tuesday can’t come fast enough.

Being crushed by it wasn't. Mom had walked me to the bus stop on the last morning. She'd hugged me tight and said, "Call me Tuesdays." Not every day. Just Tuesdays. It was the same thing she'd always said when I was little, and she was working nights. Tuesdays meant I trust you. I trust you'll tell me if you need me. I trust what you're building. I'd smiled and answered, "Tuesdays." She'd given me one of her small nods, let go, and that was it.

Shut up, douche. ***** Monday and Tuеѕdау wеrе eternal. I саllеd Mаrу twісе еасh day, оnlу gеttіng to tаlk fоr a mіnutе еасh tіmе. Onсе she was аt lunch with hеr mom. Thе оthеr tіmеѕ ѕhе wаѕ at wоrk and had tо go. Suсk.