Sally Mae Oglesby knew exactly who she was. She knew her place in the world. She knew that the world would always give in to her needs and wishes.
No one would ever tell her no.
No one would ever deny her anything.
It was how she was raised.
It was everything she believed.
It was how the world worked.
It was how the world turned.
It turned all around her and it always would.
Then, she saw him at a party. He was an ordinary looking man, but something about him spoke to her. She marked him as her own. She would lay claim on him and he would be glad of it. He would agree to it. He would be delighted because, of course, he would.
She walked over to him with her crystal-beaded flapper dress and her crystal glass of white wine. She smiled. She knew how good she looked.
She knew that he would be unable to resist her.
She stopped next to him “Hello, handsome. How are you enjoying the party?”
He shrugged. “I’m tolerating it.”
“Mmm. That speaks of a lack of enthusiasm. Would you care to explain?” She took a coy sip of her drink.
It was a move that never failed to work.
It was wasted on him.
He shrugged again. “My wife was supposed to come with me, but she’s been sick with food poisoning. She couldn’t come. I wanted to stay home with her, but she insisted on me going.” He puffed out a sigh. “Like I’m really going to have fun here without her.”
“Oh, there are ways a man like you can have fun without his wife.” She took another sip of her drink. “Mmff! This white wine has an odd taste to it.”
“Does it?” He sounded horribly indifferent, as if she had complained about the carpet not matching the curtains.
“Mmm, yes. Why don’t you have a sip and tell me what you think?”
“No thanks. I don’t like white wine. It’s flat and uninspiring.”
She nearly choked.
“You know what? I’m gonna go home.”
“No, please. Stay. We haven’t been properly introduced.”
He gave her a look that spoke clearer than words of his disinterest. It stunned her into a confused state of mind. “Sorry. I just want to go home to my wife.”
“But you said that she wanted you to come!” She hated the whine in her voice. No one had ever made her whine before. This was a new and unwanted development to her perfect existence.
“And so I came. And now I’m going to leave.”
“Don’t you want to stay with me? I can entertain you for hours.”
He laughed at that. “I’m sure you could, but I’m not interested in being ‘entertained’ by someone who is not my wife. Sorry. Bye.”
His words flummoxed her so powerfully she couldn’t stop him.
He walked away from her and she stood in mortified, stunned silence.
He walked to the front door and left.
The delicate wine glass slipped from her hand and shattered on impact.
I don’t understand. Why didn’t he want to stay with me? Why did he turn me down? No one has ever turned me down before.
I don’t understand.
What just happened?