The Tale of a Lost Inheritance. Friend becomes Foe. (Short Story)
- Amazon.com: Sadye: The Betrayal of a Friend (9781420820942): Sharell Jones: Books
Amazon.com: Sadye: The Betrayal of a Friend (9781420820942): Sharell Jones: Books
My Mama was a phenomenal woman with many words of advice and wisdom to share. She always maintained that you really never get to fully know someone else. Her favorite line was, "Just wait until you see the true colors!" Maybe she was simply a bit distrusting, but my experience with my old friend Sandra, revealed that the true character is often hidden. One incident, a cold autumn evening, made Mama's word real to me, changed my relationships and hindered my ability to trust for always.
I met Sandra in middle school; in the seventh grade and we instantly became friends. We were study pals and playmates and were both only daughters. Her parents were of middle class status and offered her a pretty stable lifestyle. Our friendship grew through the years of high school, and it was only natural that we would continue our relationship as room mates at college.
Sandra was like a sister to me, and was always invited to our family celebrations. She was privy to all the family secrets; who was dating who, who was expecting a baby and who died. I can clearly remember how supportive she was when my dear Mama suddenly passed away back in 1982. She offered to stay at the house with me where as my pillar, she comforted me and provided a shoulder on which I could cry or lean on. It was this experience that made me see Sandra more as a sister than a friend.
Two months after my mother's death, we had the reading of her will and it was Sandra who I chose to attend with me. We were both astounded to learn that Mama had left me a fortune; money and family heirlooms, all left in my name. I was giddy. At the age of 21, I was suddenly a wealthy woman. Sandra and I cried tears of joy mixed with tears of loss that evening. What a dear and trusted friend she was, I thought with a sigh.
We had been room mates now, for over two years and I decided that with my new found riches, I would purchase a condominium close to the college. Sandra was very excited over the prospect of "moving up the ladder of social status" with me. What a true friend; she never once asked me for money even after my sudden inheritance.
One Saturday morning, we hurriedly climbed into my beat-up Honda, headed to the lawyer's office to collect a box of jewellry and the savings bonds. Sandra was really happy for me and I promised her, on that day, that I would continue to be there for her, financially and otherwise.
We were hastily making our way to the bank to secure documents and heirlooms into a safety deposit box when we suddenly got a flat tire. What awful luck, I thought, as I walked around to the left rear tire where I noticed a nail wedged deep within the treading. "Sandra, there is no way we can make it to the bank," I said, while we waited for the repair truck. We decided that we would just return home and go to the bank the following day. I was so blessed to have Sandra to see me through it all, I thought, as I smiled to myself.
At about nine that night, as was customary, we were on the sofa, watching an episode of our favorite soap opera, clutching our cups of hot chocolate, both with mounds of whipped cream, which Sandra had prepared. It was a bitterly cold and windy night. Oddly, I started to feel extremely sleepy. I didn't know what hit me but I fell right to sleep and slept like a baby, all night long.
The next morning, I awoke, groggy and in a state of drunken stupor. I had fallen asleep right on the sofa. After my cup of morning coffee, I walked down the corridor in search of Sandra. She was not in her room and neither were her belongings. Her room was bare. In a panic, I ran to the garage; her truck was missing. Gripped with fear, I stumbled into the office, in search of the jewellry and bond certificates. The box was still sitting as I had left it on the desk. With trembling hands and a face drained of all color, I opened it. In horror, I realized my worst nightmare; it was empty. Sandra had taken it all. My screams penetrated the silence. I was shaking uncontrollably. I could not believe it. The one I trusted and held close as a beloved friend was nothing but my worst foe.
I later learned that my hot chocolate had been laced with a strong sleep inducer. Police investigations told a tale of horror as it revealed the true character of my once trusted friend. She had a lengthy criminal record which included theft and embezzlement. Unfortunately for me, she disappeared without a trace. I really never knew Sandra for she had been successful at hiding her true character. The sweet, caring and loving friend I thought I had, was instead a monster, thief and liar. Isn't that true of some of the people in our lives? As Mama said, "Just wait until you see the true colors." It took me the loss of a fortune, years of blind trust and a cold autumn evening to see Sandra for who she really was. I really never knew her. Now hurt and shocked, I must learn to trust all over again. It takes time to get to know someone and even then, do we ever really know that person? Take the time to get to really know your friends.
This is a work of pure fiction. It is a story of broken trust and a friend turned foe. It is a tale intended to remind us of the lure of money and the fickle nature of the human being.
© 2011 Michele McCallister
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