Giant pillows on both sides of the couch seemed to swallow them up. He could just lean over and… Stop it Trevor . He had to get it out of his head.
She put her head on his shoulder and he suddenly felt exhausted. He would just rest his eyes for a minute. Trevor wasn’t sure when it happened, but they both fell asleep.
***
He had the nightmare again. Trevor was flying, and the man-in-black was chasing him. He was falling fast this time. Suddenly the man grabbed him and started shaking him. He couldn’t get away. “No!” he thrashed out, trying to free himself.
“Wake up! Trevor wake up!” He was jolted awake to see Bea standing in front of him. “Trevor, you have to get up. My mom’s home.”
Oh no. He suddenly realized where he was. What time was it? Trevor sat up on the couch adjusting his eyes to the light.
Standing next to Bea was a woman dressed in white. As she came into focus, he realized she was wearing some kind of lab jacket. The name “Garden of Eve” was embroidered in fancy black letters on her left shoulder. She was tall and thin, maybe even taller than him, and had long, blond hair. She was the woman in the portr ait, and she was very attractive.
“Hi, I’m Evelyn Stewart, Barbara’s mother,” she said in a cool voice. The woman oozed sophistication and confidence. Her eyes seemed to bore into him. He wasn’t quite sure how to read this lady. He instantly felt uncomfortable, and a little intimidated.
His eyes quickly went to the floor. “Hi, I’m Trevor.”
“Well Trevor, Barbara tells me you guys had a nice dinner. She said a friend of yours was supposed to pick you up?”
Mr.Tyminski—where the hell was he? “Yeah, my neighbor. What time is it?”
“Past midnight.” Bea answered. She was chewing on her nails looking extremely uncomfortable.
“Well, I’m not sure what happened. My neighbor should’ve been here.” Trevor said. He was a little worried now. There was no way Mr.T would’ve forgotten him.
Evelyn Stewart picked up her coat and turned to Bea. “All right, I’ll have to take Trevor home then. Barbara, I want you to go straight to bed. You have to be up early tomorrow.”
Bea walked away quickly and didn’t say a word. At the top of the stairs she gave him a little wave and an apologetic look. Trevor waved back.
Then he followed Evelyn out the door.
CHAPTER 13
“He said he thought it was just heartburn at first. But then it didn’t go away,” Carol was babbling to one of the doctors in the emergency room.
Tom was laid out on a gurney with all kinds of monitors hooked up to him. He had made quite a first impression on their date tonight—that was for sure. After three bites of his porterhouse steak, he started feeling pain in his chest. He told Carol it was probably just indigestion, but this felt different. He didn’t want to alarm her so he excused himself and went to the men’s room. While splashing cold water on his face, he suddenly felt like he couldn’t catch his breath. He hurried back to the table and told Carol he thought maybe they should go to the hospital, just as a precaution.
The doctors told him he had a non-segment myocardial infarction, or a mild heart attack. As if there was such a thing. They told him he would be okay; at least no surgery was necessary now. But he was going to have to take more pills and change his diet. They also said a daily walk around the block would be helpful.
Tom just nodded, but what he was thinking was that it would be a cold day in hell before he started eating healthy and exercising. At this age, what was the point? After the lecture, they told him he would have to stay in the hospital overnight for observation.
He hated being here. Just the sounds of the monitors and the smells of antiseptic brought back unpleasant memories. He had spent many days
She put her head on his shoulder and he suddenly felt exhausted. He would just rest his eyes for a minute. Trevor wasn’t sure when it happened, but they both fell asleep.
***
He had the nightmare again. Trevor was flying, and the man-in-black was chasing him. He was falling fast this time. Suddenly the man grabbed him and started shaking him. He couldn’t get away. “No!” he thrashed out, trying to free himself.
“Wake up! Trevor wake up!” He was jolted awake to see Bea standing in front of him. “Trevor, you have to get up. My mom’s home.”
Oh no. He suddenly realized where he was. What time was it? Trevor sat up on the couch adjusting his eyes to the light.
Standing next to Bea was a woman dressed in white. As she came into focus, he realized she was wearing some kind of lab jacket. The name “Garden of Eve” was embroidered in fancy black letters on her left shoulder. She was tall and thin, maybe even taller than him, and had long, blond hair. She was the woman in the portr ait, and she was very attractive.
“Hi, I’m Evelyn Stewart, Barbara’s mother,” she said in a cool voice. The woman oozed sophistication and confidence. Her eyes seemed to bore into him. He wasn’t quite sure how to read this lady. He instantly felt uncomfortable, and a little intimidated.
His eyes quickly went to the floor. “Hi, I’m Trevor.”
“Well Trevor, Barbara tells me you guys had a nice dinner. She said a friend of yours was supposed to pick you up?”
Mr.Tyminski—where the hell was he? “Yeah, my neighbor. What time is it?”
“Past midnight.” Bea answered. She was chewing on her nails looking extremely uncomfortable.
“Well, I’m not sure what happened. My neighbor should’ve been here.” Trevor said. He was a little worried now. There was no way Mr.T would’ve forgotten him.
Evelyn Stewart picked up her coat and turned to Bea. “All right, I’ll have to take Trevor home then. Barbara, I want you to go straight to bed. You have to be up early tomorrow.”
Bea walked away quickly and didn’t say a word. At the top of the stairs she gave him a little wave and an apologetic look. Trevor waved back.
Then he followed Evelyn out the door.
CHAPTER 13
“He said he thought it was just heartburn at first. But then it didn’t go away,” Carol was babbling to one of the doctors in the emergency room.
Tom was laid out on a gurney with all kinds of monitors hooked up to him. He had made quite a first impression on their date tonight—that was for sure. After three bites of his porterhouse steak, he started feeling pain in his chest. He told Carol it was probably just indigestion, but this felt different. He didn’t want to alarm her so he excused himself and went to the men’s room. While splashing cold water on his face, he suddenly felt like he couldn’t catch his breath. He hurried back to the table and told Carol he thought maybe they should go to the hospital, just as a precaution.
The doctors told him he had a non-segment myocardial infarction, or a mild heart attack. As if there was such a thing. They told him he would be okay; at least no surgery was necessary now. But he was going to have to take more pills and change his diet. They also said a daily walk around the block would be helpful.
Tom just nodded, but what he was thinking was that it would be a cold day in hell before he started eating healthy and exercising. At this age, what was the point? After the lecture, they told him he would have to stay in the hospital overnight for observation.
He hated being here. Just the sounds of the monitors and the smells of antiseptic brought back unpleasant memories. He had spent many days
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