Later at the Columbus airport, Brett performed three perfect touch and go’s on runway 5.
Dorian watched Brett taxi the Warrior back to the flight line and park from inside her LTD. She reached into her purse and got her camera ready.
She watched Corrie get out of the Warrior and snarled.
Brett got out of the Warrior.
Brett and Corrie tied the Warrior down. They kissed.
From her LTD, Dorian snapped a picture of the precious moment.
Dorian watched Brett and Corrie walk back to her building, holding hands. She snapped another picture.
Brett and Corrie sat in her office. She filled out his logbook.
“You’re doing excellent. I also think you can solo tomorrow. Are you ready for that?” Corrie said while handing Brett his logbook.
“I’m ready and have been looking forward to soloing my entire life,” he replied, proud of his accomplishments this week.
“Good. Now I have a light schedule today. How do you want to spend the afternoon?” she offered.
“We could walk around Irwin Gardens. Then get some ice cream at Zaharakos. You know, just like the old days,” he replied with a loving smile.
“Just like the old days. Perfect!”
“But, I need to head back to the Residence Inn to take care of some business. Then we can head to the gardens,” Brett said.
“Okay, let’s head out,” Corrie said. She got up.
They walked out of her office.
Dorian sat in her LTD, watching Brett and Corrie walking hand in hand to his Fairmont. He opened the passenger door for Corrie.
“I hate him!” Dorian cried out, beating her steering wheel. She cranked up her LTD and waited until Brett drove away. She followed his Fairmont.
Brett drove his Fairmont through the streets of Columbus, clueless Dorian’s LTD was three car lengths behind.
Brett parked his Fairmont in the lot of the Residence Inn. He got out, rushed over to the passenger side, and opened the door for Corrie.
They walked hand in hand to the front entrance of the Inn.
Dorian parked her LTD on the other side of the parking lot.
She got out of her LTD with her camera in hand and the master room key she lifted from the maid’s cart. “The bastard is taking her to the room,” she said, rushing to the Inn’s front entrance.
Brett and Corrie stood at the front desk in the lobby.
The front doors opened, and Dorian stepped foot into the lobby. She spotted them at the front desk, quickly dashed into the lobby, and found a place out of their view. Dorian discreetly snapped a picture of Brett and Corrie.
“I would like to check out of room four, oh, six, please,” Brett told the young female clerk behind the front desk.
“Yes, sir,” the clerk responded and typed on the computer. Brett’s bill was printed out. She gave it to him. “Thank you for staying at Residence Inn,” the clerk replied with a warm smile.
Brett and Corrie left the front desk and headed to the front doors.
Dorian stayed out of view.
Brett walked outside of the Residence Inn. He walked over and dumped the bill into a trash can. “Sidney can get a copy of the bill himself,” he said with a smirk.
“Want to go to Irwin Gardens now?” Corrie asked him.
“Of course,” he said, holding her hand.
Brett and Corrie headed to his Fairmont. Dorian stepped out of the front entrance and saw them holding hands. She snapped another piece of evidence.
Brett and Corrie got inside his Fairmont. Dorian got inside her LTD.
Brett cranked up his Fairmont and drove out of the parking lot.
Dorian followed Brett’s car in her LTD.
Dorian followed three car lengths behind Brett’s Fairmont five minutes later. He drove down the West Jonathan Moore Pike towards Columbus.
Brett’s Fairmont turned north on 2nd Street. Dorian’s LTD made the same turn.
Brett’s Fairmont turned left on Franklin Street. Dorian’s LTD made the same turn.
Brett’s Fairmont turned right onto 5th Street. Dorian’s LTD made the same turn.
Dorian’s LTD followed Brett’s Fairmont down 5th Street. She watched him park on 5th Street across Irwin Gardens. She quickly turned down Lafayette Avenue to avoid being seen by Brett.
Dorian drove down Lafayette Avenue, turned around in a driveway, and parked along the Street. She got out of her car and rushed down the sidewalk, heading to 5th Street.
Brett and Corrie stood in front of the Irwin Home.
Dorian peeked around the trunk of a tree on Lafayette Avenue.
“I better make that call,” he told Corrie. He removed his cell phone from his pocket and punched a cell phone number.
Agnes walked into Sidney’s office. She noticed Sidney staring out his window.
“What’s the matter?” she asked.
“I’m feeling exhausted,” he replied.
“Why don’t I make a fresh pot of coffee?” she offered.
“That sounds good; thank you, my dear.”
Agnes discreetly blew him a kiss. She walked out of his office.
Sidney continued staring out his window, exhausted. He cringed from a sudden pain in his chest. The discomfort went away, and he shrugged it off.
Ten minutes later, Agnes brought Sidney a cup of fresh coffee.
His cell phone rang. He looked at the viewfinder and looked suspicious.
“What do you want, Brett?” Sidney answered in a harsh tone.
“Well, it’s like this, Sidney. I won’t make it back until Sunday, and you’ll get your report on Monday,” Brett replied sternly from Sidney’s cell phone.
“That’s unacceptable! This report had better be perfect, as you’re on thin ice regarding being fired. Is that clear?” Sidney yelled into his cell phone.
There was a few seconds of silence from Sidney’s cell phone. “You’ll get what you’ll get with this stupid report, and if you don’t like it, well, you’ll just have to grow up for once in your life,” Brett snapped back from the cell phone.
Sidney looked stunned at Brett’s sudden bravery. “Well, look who suddenly got a pair of,” Sidney said but could not get the rest out as Brett disconnected their call.
“He won’t be laughing in divorce court,” Sidney snickered. He set his cell phone down and sipped his coffee.
Brett and Corrie stood outside the Irwin Gardens Home.
“Well, that probably pissed off the old goat,” Brett said. He shoved his cell phone in his pocket and grabbed Corrie’s hand. “Let’s go have a pleasant afternoon,” he said.
He walked her to the entrance of the Irwin home, puffing out his chest.
On Lafayette Avenue, Dorian stepped out from behind the tree and headed down the sidewalk toward the Irwin Home. Her cell phone rang, and she quickly ducked back behind the tree. She looked at the viewfinder. “Hello, daddy,” she answered.
“That bonehead had the nerve to call me and state that he won’t be back until Monday. And he also had the nerve to call it a stupid report. He’s so fired when he comes back on Monday,” Sidney told Dorian, pretending to be angry.
“I’m so sorry, Daddy. I never suspected Brett would behave this way,” she said.
“That’s okay, darling. It’s time to move on to a better life. I’ll make sure you’re taken care of, and he’s penniless,” he said from her cell phone.
“Thank you, Daddy. He’s with a girl named Corrie Matherson, and I met her in college. I couldn’t stand the sight of her. So I think he’s been in contact with that bitch ever since I forced her to leave our campus,” Dorian said, peeking around the tree. She noticed Brett and Corrie going inside the Irwin Home.
“They knew each other in college. That’ll work in your favor in divorce court,” Sidney replied.
“I know, and I better go and snap some more evidence,” she responded and disconnected their call.
Dorian stepped out from behind the tree.
“That bastard,” she grumbled over Brett being with Corrie.
She walked to the Irwin Home.
Dorian stood outside the Irwin Garden Home. A strong déjà vu feeling flooded her body. “Have I been here before?” she said, staring at the home.
Brett and Corrie went inside the Irwin Historical room. They stood at the display, which showed a picture of Meredith and Matthew from 1918.
In the background, Dorian peeked in the doorway and spotted them. She quickly moved out of view.
Brett and Corrie eyed the picture of their lives so long ago for another ten minutes.
They left the room.
It was safe. Dorian rushed into the room and looked at the area of extreme interest to Brett and Corrie. She glanced around and spotted the 1918 picture of Meredith and Matthew. She stared at the picture. Another strong déjà vu feeling flooded her body. Something clicked inside her. An evil feeling overwhelmed her. It took control.
She rushed out of the room.
Brett and Corrie went outside and strolled through the beautiful Irwin gardens.
Dorian tailed them, keeping her distance with an occasional duck behind some landscaped shrubs. Dorian snapped a few pictures of them holding hands and occasionally sharing a kiss, set against a backdrop of beautiful flowers.
Two couples visiting the gardens noticed Dorian ducking behind some shrubs, snapping a picture of Brett and Corrie.
“What is that doing behind that shrub?” a woman asked her male partner.
“I don’t know. Maybe she’s spying on someone,” the male partner replied.
“Maybe she’s a private investigator,” the woman replied. “You know, they’re having an affair.
The male partner nodded in agreement.
They walked away.
Dorian glanced around the gardens from those shrubs, and another strong déjà vu feeling flooded her body.
Brett’s eyes widened with an idea. “Why don’t we get a new picture of us? You know, in the same location as Meredith and Matthew,” Brett offered to Corrie.
She immediately smiled. “I would love that.” Brett stopped an older couple.
“Excuse me, could you please snap a picture of us over there?” Brett asked the man and pointed to another area.
“It would be my pleasure,” the old man replied.
Brett walked Corrie over to that exact spot where their 1918 picture was taken, and the older couple followed.
Brett removed his cell phone from his pants pocket and looked at it. “You know something; I don’t know how to take a picture with my new cell phone,” he said.
Corrie removed her cell phone and turned it on, and she set it up for the camera mode. She handed it to the older man. “Just press here to snap the picture,” she said.
“Got it,” the old man said.
Brett and Corrie stood near the same spot that Meredith and Matthew stood over eighty years ago.
The older man snapped the picture and walked over to Corrie. He showed her the picture. “That’s perfect. Thank you,” she told the old man.
“You’re welcome,” he replied and walked away with his wife.
Corrie showed Brett their picture, and he loved it. She shoved her cell phone back into her pocket. She shook.
“What’s the matter?” Brett asked, placing a hand on her shoulder.
“I got this sudden weird chill and the same creepy feeling,” she replied.
They glanced around the gardens. “I don’t see anything,” said Brett.
“Me neither,” replied Corrie.
Dorian hid behind some landscaped shrubs. “I guess it was nothing,” she said and shrugged it off.
They walked hand in hand through the gardens.
Dorian snuck out of the gardens and rushed back into the Irwin Home.
On Lafayette Avenue, Dorian ran over, hid behind the tree, and eyed the Irwin Home. Five minutes later, she observed Brett and
Corrie walks out hand in hand out of the Irwin Home. She snapped another picture. She watched them cross the Street and walk over to his Fairmont.
Dorian rushed down the sidewalk back to her car.
Brett drove his Fairmont down 5th Street and made a right on Pearl Street.
Dorian raced her LTD down 5th Street and made a screeching turn onto Pearl Street.
Brett drove his Fairmont down Pearl Street and turned onto 4th Street.
Dorian’s LTD turned right onto 4th Street from Pearl and tailed Brett.
Brett drove his Fairmont down 4th Street and turned onto Washington Street.
He drove down Washington Street and parked his car in front of Zaharakos Ice Cream parlor.
They got out and walked across the Street to Zaharakos.
Dorian parked her car immediately on Washington Street.
Inside Zaharakos Ice Cream parlor, Brett and Corrie walked up to the counter where a young female employee waited.
“May I take your order?” the employee asked.
Brett and Corrie glanced at the menu behind the young woman.
“Want to share a Big Z with me?” he asked Corrie.
“Sure.”
“One Big Z and I’ll have some iced tea,” he told the employee.
“I’ll have some iced tea also,” Corrie added.
The female employee smiled and went off to make their order.
Brett and Corrie glanced around the parlor.
Dorian peeked inside the ice cream parlor from the outside window.
A few minutes later, the female employee returned to the counter with their order.
Brett paid the young lady, and they walked over to a table.
Outside Zaharakos, people walked down the sidewalk and stared at Dorian, peeking inside the window of the ice cream parlor.
She clenched her fists, watching Brett and Corrie share a Big Z ice cream.
She stormed down the sidewalk toward her LTD.
Down the Street, Dorian got inside her LTD and waited, arms crossed, eyes bulged, and face beet red. If steam could come out of her ears, the windows would be fogged.
Twenty minutes later, Brett and Corrie walked out of Zaharakos hand in hand. They crossed the Street and got inside Brett’s Fairmont.
He drove his Fairmont off Washington Street, and Dorian followed inside her LTD.