Terry Anderson This is Me

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1. 1. The Unsuccessful Angel

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   Published on: 1/13/2000   Last Visited: 9/20/2000

   Oprah Winfrey without purse strings was Jennifer Williams's first impression of Terry Anderson. They had attended Dalhousie University together in Halifax, Nova Scotia. that be how they initially had met. Taking a few courses together they became instant friends. Jennifer could always depend on Terry. Terry seemed caring and friendly, and always willing to lend a helping hand, a listening ear. Terry was like the old woman who lived in the shoe - thinking of other people before herself. Terry was smart, witty, and beautiful. Terry would never speak ill of another person. She would bend over backwards to give someone the benefit of the doubt. Hence, Jennifer thought Terry was just like Oprah Winfrey. But, with one big difference : Terry was poor. Dirt poor.
   
   Terry and her family grew up on north Gottingen Street which is now called Novalea Drive. Supposedly, they renamed that part of Gottingen Street in hopes that real estate value would increase considerable. It did.
   
   Gottingen Street had been the street in Halifax for many years but after shopping malls popped up regularly around the outskirts of Halifax, most of the businesses either closed or moved away from the vicinity. Terry had lived near the A. Murray MacKay bridge ramp. Terry remembers many times overlooking The Pit, which is between Heatherwood Drive and Leeds Street, across the street, on Novalea Drive. The Pit was a favorite place for playing baseball. A monument now sits where once a house stood on a tiny piece of land that overlooked The Pit.
   
   >From that spot, Terry could see the A. Murray MacKay Bridge expanding its joints to Dartmouth, and The Narrows. it be a stretch of water coming in from the Altantic Ocean that becomes the Bedford Basin. There, on December 6, 1917, at 8 : 45 am, the infamous Halifax Explosion occurred. It always bothered Terry that a mile away of how a crow would fly, 121 titanic victims laid in their graves at the Fairview Cemetery after the frightful sinking of the Titanic on April 15, 1912, off the coast of Nova Scotia. The titanic grave that bothered Terry the most was the tombstone that read that an unnamed boy was buried there. Quite difficult to imagine for Terry that this boy's family never knew the outcome of this kid's untimely fate.
   
   Terry's thought of Jennifer has never changed. Jennifer was the class reject. The girl who had too many pimples and failed to even try to do a thing about her looks. Plain, stupid, pitiful Jennifer. Jennifer tried to be witty around Terry but the laugh always struck back on Jennifer. The class knew it did. And, Terry knew it did, too. Terry could attract men with a flick of her eyes. Jennifer was too stupid to realize that men actually enjoyed being toyed with. Terry knew men thought more about an erection than having clean socks in their room to wear the next day. Jennifer, Terry felt, could not see past the simplicity of men. To her, she was like a maid who would never dare attract a man's attention in fear that something serious may develop. At least, this is what Terry thought.
   
   Jennifer was not totally stupid. Not in reality. She was a lesbian. She admired Terry greatly, and shared most things with her best friend but she kept some secrets to herself. And, her being gay was one of them. Terry had long, blond hair and the most beautiful lips but Jennifer never crossed the line of just being friends with her buddy. She fantasized of kissing Terry pretty lips but kept the feelings to herself. Jennifer knew that Terry attracted many men and she some how felt more safe being around a very attractive girl. But Jennifer hated the gay club called Reflections in Halifax. She felt it was more of a gay man's club opposed to a gay woman's club. And, being a non-smoker, she felt it annoying to be sitting and standing around in a place where nicotine crasped all nostrals in its vicinity. The few times she had been there she watched as dancers were jumping up and down, clearly allowing their lungs to get a deep supply of fresh smoke. Not really her delight.
   
   Terry enjoyed playing cards. She could play cards all night as long as she had a willing partner. Terry would enjoy losing. She would lick her lips slowly while her winning partner would gleefully announce that they had won again. This was thrilling to watch for Terry. How pitiful human beings were when winning a simple card game gave such happiness. Especially with men. Terry learned early in life that men were extremely competitive in everything. She knew men had only three joys : cars, weights and sex - usually in that order. Yet, Terry would smile and her beautiful, blue eyes would twinkle with delight as she cooed with astounding surprise, No, please, not again! You are so lucky!. She would then position herself in her chair like a contented hen about to lay an egg in total satisfaction. Terry was a closet pathological liar with giving people compliments. Terry do not even notice it about herself. She just was cautious being negative to people's feelings because being positive would gain her envy.
   
   Jennifer got a job doing people's nails. There was a proper term for her job but she told people she did nails. It was mindless work. The women would come in, some of them phoney, some of them frustrated sexually and think that having their nails done would make them appear more interesting to the men in their lives. Sure, Jennifer would make their nails beautiful and red. But their hands still would look like a rooster's claw and their necks would look like that of a turkey's. But, it was a job and the pay was half-decent.
   
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   Terry was more fortunate after university. She got a job at a lawyer's office and with one year became a partner. Jennifer always thought that Terry had slept with one of the current partners but never came right out and asked Terry. Terry would not have answered any way with a straight answer. She would had answered, Oh, Jenny. The silly things you say! The topic would have been dismissed.
   
   Jennifer's strangest client was when a man came in to have his nails down. However, this was not totally new to her. Several men had wanted their nails done over the years - discreetly in the back room ; lawyers, actors, models, etc., but this particularly man wanted his nails painted pink. Was he gay? No, Jennifer did not think so. It was almost some kind of fetish to him. She could have sworn more than once that he would almost purred a few times as she was stroking his nails with her brush.
   
   Terry met an up-and-coming politician in Nova Scotia. He was considerably order, and rich. He lived in a grand house on the waterfront in the southend of Halifax. The house had its own gates and even a little guest-house out back. Good for her mommy, she thought. Also, stairs climbing down to the Halifax harbour from the property brings you to a nice boathouse .. boat included. Not too big. But big enough. Large enough that most people would stand and point and say, I could only wish..
   
   Terry and Veronica were to meet at the Holiday Inn Select health club on Robie Street. They came in separate cars. The attendant at the health club remembers them well. He said that it be quite extraordinary when two guys come together and both go into the weight room but it is even moreso when it is two females. He remembers Terry as being young and beautiful. Maybe twenty or twenty three. He remembers Jennifer as being too plain. Now, that he thinks hard about it, probably the same age as Terry but too boring. Sure, they were both nice to him but Terry was the complete angel. She reported a small flooding in the women's change room and offered to wipe it up myself if he should give her a mop. He somehow could not see Terry and a mop going hand in hand. He also noticed that evening that Terry took the lead. When she left the weight room, Jennifer was closely behind her. When she changed her mind about the whirlpool and turned and walked back down the steps, so did Jennifer. Jennifer even swam within a metre or so of Terry the whole time of the swim. Again, this seemed somewhat uncommon as even newly weds usually separated to swim independently at times. Not Terry and Jennifer. Thanks to Jennifer.
   
   Jennifer was tired after the workout at the Holiday Inn she announced to Terry she was going to stop at a store, buy a lottery ticket, and then go directly home. She felt oddly tired this evening. Once home, Jennifer drew a warm bath and soaked in it for a good half-hour. It felt soothing to her body and she simply laid there in the tub with her eyes closed. She was going to check the internet and ch