where we were going and how we were going to get there. Since gangsters were after us, we couldn’t allow our feet to slip, not even once.
Neither of us had anything but a couple days worth of clothes. That would have to change and there was The Mall at Green Hills. It certainly wouldn’t pay for us to look like we were refugees or vagabonds while we traveled so buying clothes that were at least upper crust if not designer were a must. We had to appear like a Yuppie couple taking our first road trip together or perhaps we were on our honeymoon but no way could we look like we had anything to hide.
However when I informed Liv of all of this, she merely nodded her head. The moment we entered the hotel suite, she breezed past me. “I’m gonna go take a shower.”
Tropical storm Liv was officially on the horizon and it wouldn’t take long until she turned into a full-blown, Category Five Hurricane. She was just waiting for me to say the wrong thing therefore I said nothing at all. As much as I loved and respected my girl, I wasn’t in the mood for her shit right now. Not when I felt bad enough about my own fuck ups in life.
The funny part was I knew what caused this. It all had to do with Annabelle and the Bluebird Café. How hard it must have been for Liv to watch a young woman with no formal education past high school from a broke down bayou outside of New Orleans about to see her dream come true. Liv had a college degree. A Bachelors of Science in Pharmacology and it didn’t mean shit because she was at the wrong place at the wrong time.
Yeah, talk about pouring salt on someone’s wounds. All those hours she spent studying and all the parties she didn’t go to. Graduating Magna Cum Laude from Boston University and in one night, it all went right up in smoke. It meant nothing. Because she was stuck with a fuck up like me and I was nothing .
Not that you would catch me feeling sorry for myself, not on my worse fuckin’ day but I knew my past had killed her future and that depressed the shit outta me. It wasn’t up to me to make that decision. Why didn’t she take that fucking job in Basel, Switzerland? Why didn’t she try to run as far away from me as possible? I should have insisted . If I loved her as much as I claimed to, I would have taken her to Logan Airport myself and put her on a plane. She didn’t need to be wrapped up in my bullshit. I should have been running alone.
I sat on the bed and opened up the bag of stuff I had brought up to the room. That included our change of clothes, toiletries and a bottle of Jack Daniels. No way was I paying mini bar prices when I’d stopped by the liquor store before we came directly to the hotel.
I stood and walked over to the mini bar/coffee station, grabbed a glass, opened the bottle and poured myself a generous helping. After the first sip, I walked over to where our window faced the Atrium. It was a beautiful sight and worth the extra money but it wouldn’t matter one iota to Liv. All I could think about was how I’d really fucked up this time, and there was no way to fix it or undo it.
“What are you doing?”
I turned around to see Liv emerge from the bathroom, steam billowing out as she had a towel around her head and another one covering her body that stopped at mid-thigh. “Nothin’, just thinking is all.”
“Humph.” She walked over to the mini bar, grabbed a glass and poured a generous helping of Jack Daniels. “Is this our new life? Getting drunk in random hotels while we figure out how to outrun not one but two major gangsters that want us dead?”
“You don’t have to get drunk and I’m certainly not drinkin’ to get drunk. I just want a little buzz going on since they watered them drinks down at the café. I think better—what do you want me to say?”
“I don’t know, Shaw.” Liv swallowed her JD and set the glass down on the table hard. “How about this has always been your life so how hard do you really have to think? This
Neither of us had anything but a couple days worth of clothes. That would have to change and there was The Mall at Green Hills. It certainly wouldn’t pay for us to look like we were refugees or vagabonds while we traveled so buying clothes that were at least upper crust if not designer were a must. We had to appear like a Yuppie couple taking our first road trip together or perhaps we were on our honeymoon but no way could we look like we had anything to hide.
However when I informed Liv of all of this, she merely nodded her head. The moment we entered the hotel suite, she breezed past me. “I’m gonna go take a shower.”
Tropical storm Liv was officially on the horizon and it wouldn’t take long until she turned into a full-blown, Category Five Hurricane. She was just waiting for me to say the wrong thing therefore I said nothing at all. As much as I loved and respected my girl, I wasn’t in the mood for her shit right now. Not when I felt bad enough about my own fuck ups in life.
The funny part was I knew what caused this. It all had to do with Annabelle and the Bluebird Café. How hard it must have been for Liv to watch a young woman with no formal education past high school from a broke down bayou outside of New Orleans about to see her dream come true. Liv had a college degree. A Bachelors of Science in Pharmacology and it didn’t mean shit because she was at the wrong place at the wrong time.
Yeah, talk about pouring salt on someone’s wounds. All those hours she spent studying and all the parties she didn’t go to. Graduating Magna Cum Laude from Boston University and in one night, it all went right up in smoke. It meant nothing. Because she was stuck with a fuck up like me and I was nothing .
Not that you would catch me feeling sorry for myself, not on my worse fuckin’ day but I knew my past had killed her future and that depressed the shit outta me. It wasn’t up to me to make that decision. Why didn’t she take that fucking job in Basel, Switzerland? Why didn’t she try to run as far away from me as possible? I should have insisted . If I loved her as much as I claimed to, I would have taken her to Logan Airport myself and put her on a plane. She didn’t need to be wrapped up in my bullshit. I should have been running alone.
I sat on the bed and opened up the bag of stuff I had brought up to the room. That included our change of clothes, toiletries and a bottle of Jack Daniels. No way was I paying mini bar prices when I’d stopped by the liquor store before we came directly to the hotel.
I stood and walked over to the mini bar/coffee station, grabbed a glass, opened the bottle and poured myself a generous helping. After the first sip, I walked over to where our window faced the Atrium. It was a beautiful sight and worth the extra money but it wouldn’t matter one iota to Liv. All I could think about was how I’d really fucked up this time, and there was no way to fix it or undo it.
“What are you doing?”
I turned around to see Liv emerge from the bathroom, steam billowing out as she had a towel around her head and another one covering her body that stopped at mid-thigh. “Nothin’, just thinking is all.”
“Humph.” She walked over to the mini bar, grabbed a glass and poured a generous helping of Jack Daniels. “Is this our new life? Getting drunk in random hotels while we figure out how to outrun not one but two major gangsters that want us dead?”
“You don’t have to get drunk and I’m certainly not drinkin’ to get drunk. I just want a little buzz going on since they watered them drinks down at the café. I think better—what do you want me to say?”
“I don’t know, Shaw.” Liv swallowed her JD and set the glass down on the table hard. “How about this has always been your life so how hard do you really have to think? This
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