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Ellen Flanagan of Darien, Connecticut never wanted anything in over twenty years. She had married her husband Terry, now a very successful hedge fund manager at the ripe age of 27, and he had etched out a comfortable life for the two of them in this quiet bedroom community on the gold coast of the state.
They had spent nearly twenty-three years in the same house together, raising one daughter who had only just recently enrolled at UCONN, and the couple enjoyed the things that one would imagine a hedge fund manager and his wife to enjoy.
Ellen and Terry belonged to the Noroton Yacht Club which was just a few blocks from their house, as well as the prestigious Roton Point Association in nearby Norwalk, where they were known for their competitive play as doubles partners on the tennis court.
Neither of them were very good golfers, but Terry paid full membership dues at Roton anyways because he would often bring prospective clients there to impress them.
Ellen had a hard time adjusting to the empty nest after her daughter went off to college. The five o’clock glass of chardonnay that Ellen liked to have every evening as she prepared dinner now came at two or three in the afternoon, partly out of boredom but also to numb the aching pain that comes along with an only child flying the coop.
She volunteered at Saint Luke’s Parish fifteen hours per week, and when she wasn’t there she tended to her garden in the backyard of her sprawling home. Ellen also hung around at Roton Point, practicing her forehand and sipping cucumber waters with other wealthy housewives of the area.
She gossiped on the patio at the club over wedge salads, deviled eggs, and Bloody Marys. They could go on for hours about recently divorced members of the club, and while outwardly she would express sorrow for the broken up families, inside she reveled in the misfortune of others.
Back before her life began to unravel, she would snicker at women behind their backs who were victims of adultery or irreconcilable differences. Why she did that she wasn’t totally sure. To her peers at Roton Point and Noroton, her marriage was perfectly healthy. She would come home after a few drinks at the club and eagerly await Terry’s return home from the office in Manhattan on Friday evenings.
Terry spent most weeknights crashing at a highrise apartment on the Upper East Side alone. His office in midtown Manhattan was simply too far of a drive from Darien to justify driving back every single night, and if he was being totally honest with himself he enjoyed the solitude that the muli-million dollar two bedroom spot afforded him.
It’s not that he didn’t love Ellen, but they had stopped having sex almost entirely a few years ago and the spark just wasn’t there like it was when they were in their 30s. Oftentimes, Terry would use an escort service in the city to satisfy his desires, Ellen being none the wiser to any of it.
The escorts were always expensive though, and sometimes in lieu of a busty brunette or petite blonde, Terry would arrange for a car service to bring Rosie Schwartz, one of Ellen’s dear friends at Roton Point, to the UES apartment to have sex, yes, but also just to talk. Rosie was better at talking than Ellen was. She listened to Terry in a way that Ellen never did, and the arrangement worked for the both of them so long as Ellen never caught on to the ruse.
This routine that Terry and Ellen had was monotonous, but such is life for a married couple of thirty years. On one particularly dreary Thursday afternoon, while Ellen poured herself her first glass of chardonnay for the day, she rang up Rosie to see what she had planned for the day.
In the coming days, it would become all too apparent what Rosie and Terry were up to. She just hoped that when the time came, no one – friends, family, investigators, or otherwise – would suspect that she had anything to do with it..
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jduda@grandex.co
What are the chances that we ever see Chapter Two?
About as close as the next segment of ‘Guys Being Dudes’ being released!
Guys being dudes was my favorite! I’m a little upset you can’t even find it on the site anymore.
Odds are low but I’m all in anyway
Just as likely as we see ‘A Thud and A Splash’ Part 2…
Girl and Todd in 20 years, most likely.
Girl would never volunteer at a church.
If it mean upping her social status in the already upper echelon of society and still not having to do any real job, she absolutely would.
First line: she never wanted FOR anything. I don’t believe she didn’t want anything.
Second paragraph: daughter goes to UCONN? Come on son. She’s at least going to Sacred Heart or U of Fairfield or Providence or Quinipiac if she can’t get into an Ivy or BC/Tufts.
This is what happens when you half-ass it.
QU thinks it’s price tag means it’s education is valuable. Also the students suck – Hamden native
You started down this road. Please finish it.
Hedge fund manager at 27 – yeah, that’s not how this industry works, man
It’s a poorly structured sentence. I think what Duda was trying to convey is that Terry is currently a Hedge fund manager and he married Ellen when she was 27.
Hey a guy from college I know is totally going to be one SOON. He even talks about it on his social media, along with how much money he makes so it’s possible and he’s RICH and super cool and totally doesn’t pay women to sleep with him or anything like that
I think it was saying that they got married when she was 27 and now he’s a hedge fund manager
Edit: scooped by DC Captain
Lol that stuck out to me big time, and I have no clue about the finance industry but it sounds like too impressive a title for some 27 year old bozo
Guys, there’s literally no point in Connecticut, like, at all lol
It was an original 13. Have some respect.
I mean, the expansion draft didn’t work. It’s time to consolidate the entire state I to Delaware and then use it as a testing facility for the CDC because it’s 2018 and not much is left for us
Ellen Flanagan is Girl’s older sister. She will seduce Todd at their engagement party crushing Girl’s soul before asking Todd to run away to Turks and Caicos together
She seems closer to girl’s mother’s age. Maybe the daughter is Girl’s cousin?
Why do you have a Correct Craft picture when your name is a Malibu?
As nice as that would be per TGDAG: Destination Wedding “But, as tradition goes, he knew that her family would insist on paying for their only daughter’s wedding out of their own pockets.”
Todd’s life 25 years
Must be Sweeps Week at PGP.
Jesus man that’s depressing. 10/10 will follow this story tho.
It’s…..Lifestyles of the WASPy and stupid!