Happy Hollowdays: Part One

By JenniVere Song Lee

What are the ingredients to a perfect life ? Three sisters explore their relationships with their family , their boyfriends, with one another and with themselves in the backdrop of a family holiday.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Mar 24, 2020
• ISBN: 9781098308629

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ISBN: 9781098308629

Table of contents

Chapter One: The Wildest Colts

Chapter Two: Light as snow

Chapter Three: Sanguine, millennial moments

Chapter Four: Sisterly Love in the late 90’s

Chapter Five: Phyllis and Josh

Chapter Six: Sanguine and Peter

Chapter Seven: Poor little poor girl

Chapter Eight: Phyllis and Josh cross paths again

Chapter Nine: Salad days

Chapter Ten: Perfect memories in a coma

Chapter Eleven: Texts, sexts and a big ol’ mess

Chapter Twelve: Hot Strawberry Syrup

Chapter Thirteen: Silk Scarf

Chapter Fourteen: Sanguine’s dreams

Chapter One —The Wildest Colts

A pregnant woman’s silhouette spreads across the ceiling and against the wall of a gorgeous penthouse apartment. We don’t see the details of the woman’s face—only a pregnant stomach and the curve of her bosom. Her handsome male lover enters the room and we see his broad square shoulders, a chiseled abdomen, and a strong, athletic build. His strong physique broadcast across her body’s shadow, her silhouette painted against the wall.

The room is dark and silent on a cold winter’s night. The window stretches from corner to other, but only on one side of the sprawling loft apartment. The view of the bridge outside is astounding as the snow falls gently outside the window.

Woman: Light as snow…sedated by your prose. A soft female voice echoes in the room as shadows pass along the darkness of the walls. The snow is falling, the cars passing by the bridge, the streetlights flickering in the silence as the lovers speak in almost whispers. They breathe in unison as they make love during the cold winter night.

Man: Shhhh , they might hear us next door… as he places his hand on her mouth; she gently bites down on his index finger to keep herself from moaning too loudly.

She is with child for almost 8 months and needs him almost every night now. Her body curves on top of the high mattress canopy bed, so high her lover doesn’t need to bend his knees to push inside of her while she lies with her legs spread on the edge of the bed.

Man: Say it again

Woman: Say what again?

Man: Tell me I’m your…tell me you want only me, tell me I’m your man…tell me you want only me inside you and no one else…tell me …tell me… tell me… just say it, say it…but only if you mean it… he whimpers, and begs her as she bites down on his finger almost drooling from pleasure as he pushes into her slowly.

She continues to moan and begins to breathe heavily and turns her head to the right side as he collapses on top of her body, almost at the edge of losing his grip on reality. He breathes into her ears:

I feel so close to you right now. I’ve never felt this close to anyone… (he is breathing heavily, his heart is racing) before. He whispers into her ears with an almost childlike vulnerability.

She pants and tries to regain consciousness as she lies underneath his long, strong body. His warmth and weight making her feel safe as she wiggles with ecstasy on top of the gold Egyptian cotton and satin sheets.

Man: I feel so close to you right now. He whimpers into her ears.

Woman: You’re my man…my one and only love…. I want only you inside me, no one else, no one else, only you…. I want only you inside of me…from now on… she struggles to say these words as she squeals quietly underneath his hot, strong, chiseled chest resting on top of her swollen breasts and belly. She strokes his hairy forearms with her long French tipped nails and wipes the sweat from off his brow as she turns to look deep into his eyes. She can almost see herself reflecting off his eyes; she can almost see herself inside him. The eyes are the windows to the soul, she thinks to herself, recalling her sexy British English teacher, Mr. Holland, from junior high school saying this to the class as he smirked at her as a young girl. How his passing smirk gave her shivers down her spine, the way her lover makes her feel when she makes him laugh, the way he smiles at her when he is pleased with her.

Man: This is mine, it’s all mine he says as he nears completion…. Just the three of us from now on…

The snow continues to fall gently outside their wall to wall window as he collapses and their sweat-drenched bodies fall onto the bed, they watch the snow fall outside the window.

They fall asleep while watching the shadows pass by the walls in silence.

The song Alien by Bush is playing on the stereo system. They listen to Gavin Rossdale sing softly through the speakers:

The satellite comes and goes,

we give each other all we know,

in the silence we still talk

by the light on the stereo waltz

and will you rain down your cemetery love truck

I wanna hold you like nothing’s going to stop us…

And she’s come to take me away

It’s all that I needed

I……………. DON’T NEED ANOTHER LOVER.

Morning sweetheart

We see the sunlight through the window as the beautiful couple cuddle under the duck down feather blanket—the woman’s hair is long and dark, with the waves covering her face, and her legs smooth like gold silk peek out from the satin sheets, small girlish feet with toes painted black. His short dark hair peeks out from the top of the blanket, his big strong arms wrapped around her while his large masculine hands gently caress her full breasts. Their bodies writhe together under the fluffy blanket as they try to avoid the strong piercing sunlight by using the blanket as protection.

Sunday morning, no work, let’s play! he shouts pushing his hips into her back.

I just need 10 more minutes, just 10 more minutes please dear… she begs.

No! you always say that then end up sleeping until noon…wake up…let’s jump in the bath—I’ll run the bubbles, the three of us… he says placing his hand on top of her belly.

He runs to the stereo and blasts a song so loud it wakes her up instantaneously.

Hey Melanie, it’s your favorite song from back in the day. The song they played at our wedding!

She jumps up in surprise, and a deep well of passion and happiness pools in her eyes as she smiles from ear to ear; she grabs him and pulls his mouth to hers and kisses him deeply and passionately. The song Perfect Life by JenniVere plays at high volume. Melanie and Layne sing along …and I think about it the ingredients to a perfect life…

Kiss me you fool… she mutters as she stops for air Kiss me like you’ve never kissed another woman ever before, kiss me like I’m the only woman you’ll ever kiss for the rest of your life. His eyes open slowly glazed with a sincere appreciation for the words she finally said out loud. He had wanted and waited for years to hear her tell him that he was all she ever wanted for the rest of her life. He had waited for years to hear her tell him that he was her first and only love…he had waited anxiously for years for her to tell him that he was her man, the only man she ever wanted, the only man she ever needed, the only one she ever wanted to sleep beside her…

I want you…I want you. I want you. Please tell me you want me, only me. He asked almost painfully begging her to say it…

I want you, only you… only you…say it finally., he begs.

They begin to wiggle under the sheets as the song comes to an end.

As they get dressed for the day, she stands in front of the armoire and spends at least 20 minutes trying to figure out what she is going to wear. What did you have in mind sweetheart? Did you want to pick up some veggies from the farmer’s market? It’s the last week of the month, which means- detox week for us. Or did you just want to grab some stuff from Trader’s? She needed to figure out whether she would dress for the supermarket or for the park. Only she would waste time on things like this. Just something warm, I doubt we will run into anyone on Thanksgiving Day—everyone’s indoors, it’s too cold to be out. He shouts from the kitchen. She puts on a black Lacoste cowl neck, ribbed sweater dress she’s had forever over diesel cords and platform lace-up boots, distressed leather, and a chic dark-grey long parka with a cowl neck collar that zips up for extra warmth. A dab of tinted Laura Mercier moisturizer in shade Natural, some touché éclat under her eyes and brow bone and with a swipe of ruby red lipstick  she draws a smiley face on her tummy. She had decided when she got pregnant that she would make sure the baby would be smiling from day one, conception. She remembered fondly the night the child was conceived during the week they went away. The sunset was so beautiful that evening on the beach, like a tropical cliché scene. Her lover even dressed like a romance novel hero with a loose-fitting white button-down shirt, only a few buttons keeping it from blowing away with the wind. His loose Tommy Bahama khaki linen blend pants rolled up at the bottom to expose his ankles and large feet covered in specks of gold sand. The white gold chain with their initials engraved on a plate hanging down his strong neck. His lightly tanned skin against his white shirt, so gorgeous. She had a surge of nostalgia and the smell of saltwater and the taste of mango pineapple cocktail on her lover’s lips as she swiped a dab of mango lip gloss onto her lips. What a night to remember, she smiled.

They laugh and throw their coats on, scarves and winter hats and shades and walk to the farmer’s market.

Holiday decorations and lights litter the streets as they do every year in NYC, but on this particular day the streets seem to be empty.

As they walk to the subway station holding hands, they playfully break out in song as if they were acting in a Christmas musical. Light as snow… she sings. Sedated by your prose, he follows. They continue humming as they gather their metro cards and head underground to the subway.

Phyllis, Today:

The hospital from that TV show E.R! shouts a dizzy young girl as she is being rushed into the emergency room in Chicago on Thanksgiving. Her parents are beside the EMS pushing the stretcher to the surgery room. URGENT! PLEASE PAGE DR. SONG, PAGING DR. SONG! Dr. Phyllis Song!

Phyllis performs