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One of mankind’s most basic, most important institutions is marriage.
Yet today, at least in the United States, matrimony is crisis-ridden at best, seemingly in a state of near-collapse at worst. The malaise chiefly affects couples in their late twenties and early thirties, products of the post-World War II baby boom, growing up during the Korean War and the dozen years of involvement in Vietnam, their disintegrating relationships a reflection of unstable times.
THE NO TELL MOTEL WIFE is the story of one couple, Cynthia and Robert Kinsley, who are young, attractive and successful to all outward appearances, yet are unable to communicate at the most basic level. As a result, Cynthia is driven to seek a false kind of love in the arms of strangers, degrading herself and yet reveling in that very degradation, straining her tenuous marital relationship to the breaking point.
Cynthia and Robert — products of an uncaring society, and portrayals of an affliction that plagues many American marriages.
When the storm burst, sending blinding flurries of snow cascading downward, Cynthia was trying to drive home from yet another visit to the resale shops in a nearby town. The back seat was loaded with bags of odds and ends, things she would probably store in the attic with other such purchases. And, as usual, her husband Robert wouldn’t care, or even notice. Once he had married her and gotten settled in her family’s business, the attention he paid to her slackened off considerably. His disinterest had finally forced her to go on day-long trips to seek out enjoyment by spending money on whatever caught her eye.
She could see that she wouldn’t get far in such awful weather, so she pulled into the parking lot of a small motel. She took her purse and fought her way the short distance to the motel’s lobby, grateful for a haven from the freezing cold.
“You might be here awhile,” the man behind the desk said. “Just heard on the radio that there might be two feet of snow before morning. No luggage, huh? Guess that means you weren’t looking for a room.”
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.