A Flash of Jazz - The Pretender
Sara stood in the kitchen, swirling her second glass of cheap red wine in her hand. She wanted to leave the party for places unknown but knew that such an act was damn near impossible. Her husband, Peter, was the host and she, dressed like a modern version of Audrey Hepburn, had to be the smiling sidekick to the gracious hero. No cape required. She looked into her glass, at the blood-red wine that wanted to hypnotize her, make her feel comfortable with her role. She was Peter's wife, the creative one, the one who supported him in his destiny of becoming an attorney. She supported him completely. Sara took a long sip of her wine, then set the glass on the counter when she heard someone drunkenly giggling in the living room. She knew that Peter had probably told a joke; in fact, the same tired joke regarding his boss at the firm. Something regarding a chicken and 'hold my beer'. Sara turned to face the window that looked out to the city beyond. She longed for a cigarette, ba