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encourage her.  Instead, he tightened his grip until it was painful.  Gasping, she let go of all contact with him – with her hands and her mouth.  “Stop, Cecile!”
    Cecile grew very still.  Bowing her head, she fought her emotions.  “Did I do something wrong?”
    Carl stepped back from her.  He huffed out a breath and pulled up his underwear.  “I’m sorry, Cecile.  It’s not going to happen.  You just don’t do it for me.  I’m sorry, but I’m not attracted to you.”
    Stumbling to her feet, Cecile raised a tear streaked face to her husband of seven years – the only man who had ever touched her body.  "I can’t do this anymore, Carl.  There's no use for us to put off the inevitable any longer.  I’m sorry that I’ve been such a disappointment to you.  I will be glad to give you a divorce.”  

 
    ~ Chapter Two ~
     
    Throwing her suitcase in the back of her Lexus, she wiped her eyes on her sleeve and decided she was turning over a new leaf.  Swearing that this was for the best, Cecile prayed that she wouldn’t throw up until she got out of sight of the B&B.  If the owner was indeed Ethan, she hoped to one day soon be coming back for a wedding.  She’d hate for them to retain a memory of some dorky woman upchucking in their front yard. 
    Wrenching open the door of her car, she stepped in.  Just as she shut the door, rain began to fall in thick sheets.  Carl hadn’t bothered to dispute her offer of a divorce, so she had dressed and left the room as quickly as possible.  She had no idea if he would return to their home or not, so for the time being, that was where she was going – simply because she had no place else to go. 
    Again, she wondered if Carl had a lover.  Or could he be gay?  Shaking her head, she tried to clear her mind.  Did it really matter?  Either way, he didn’t want her.  Covering her mouth, she stifled a sob.  Her husband didn’t want her .  Although, this wasn’t new information, it still hurt like hell.  She had made one last ditch effort to make him love her and it had faled – why didn’t really matter. 
    Driving down Lonely Street, she left Lost Maples and her marriage behind.  Cecile made plans in her head.  She would let Carl have the apartment and she would find a new place to live – maybe a quaint little house in an older neighborhood, maybe uptown or Victory Park.  She would have to change her mail, her phone number – God, so much to do.  She had to call a lawyer.  Annalise .  Lord, she needed to talk to Annalise .  Now wasn’t the time to tell her about Ethan, but she did need to tell her that the divorce was on.  Watching the road, she hit the #2 on her car phone control on the steering wheel which speed-dialed her friend in East Texas.  A faint buzzing sound alerted her that there was no cell service in the area.  Belatedly, she realized how far back in the sticks she was.  Turning off the phone menu, she tried to concentrate on the road.  It was narrow and curvy and in the dark, it all looked alike.  Pity that she wouldn’t be staying longer at Lost Maples – it was a beautiful place.
    Narrowing her eyes, she tried to determine what she was seeing.  It was some type of reflection.  With a squeal, she realized that a little dog was standing directly in the road ahead of her.  Applying her breaks, she threw her whole weight behind trying to stop the car without throwing herself into a tail spin on the wet pavement.  She managed to stop, but the backend of the car swerved, nearly making her scream with fright.  Pulling off the road, she jumped out to make sure the little dog was okay.  It was a dachshund, her favorite breed.  “Come here, fella .  I won’t hurt you.”  She called to the little dog, which scampered away.  Cecile took chase, knowing that as fat as the little dog seemed to be, he was undoubtedly somebody’s precious baby.  She didn’t want to think of him smashed in the road come