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out his wife myself. Sure, I didn’t actually have
it in me but I had become so wrapped up in this world that the idea of whacking somebody
to solve my problems didn’t seem so farfetched. Christ, I thought, it’s like I’m living in the movie Goodfellas . I patted Tom on his furry head and his eyes groggily opened.
“I wish I could just sleep away the days like you, Tom. I’d probably miss out on a
lot of things, but at least I wouldn’t be so miserable.”
He just meowed a gravelly meow like he always did.
“That’s what I thought.”
*
A month later things came to a head. My prayers had been answered, at least I thought
they had. I was holed up inside of my room, an apron slung over the front of my body
and a slender paintbrush clenched between my teeth as I was struggling to adjust the
painting easel. I had a basket of all sorts of colorful fruits of varying sizes set
on the bed that I was trying to recreate.
When I heard my cellphone ringing in the other room I cursed, spitting the paintbrush
from my mouth and setting it gently on its rack before hurrying into the other room
to carefully grab the phone with my paint stained fingers.
“Hello?” I said, nursing the phone between my shoulder and the side of my head so
that I wouldn’t get any paint on it.
“Tara. It’s me.” It was Tony. “Pack up your things. Lots of clothes. Whatever else
you can’t live with. I’ll be over in thirty minutes.”
“What? Why? I don’t understand…”
“Just do it, will you? I don’t have time to explain. Get your things together and
do it fast.”
“But…” I heard the line disconnect before I even get the rest of the sentence out
of my mouth.
I didn’t know what was going on, whether he was in danger or I was in danger or what,
but there was a sense of urgency in the tone of his voice that had scared me. I immediately
ran back into the bedroom and pushed the basket of fruit off the edge of the bed,
spilling them all over the floor, and dragged my suitcase out of the closet, lugging
it up onto the newly created space on the bed and prying it open.
I began grabbing everything I could find in the closet that would serve as basic clothing
and stuffing them inside, along with a pair of shoes, a cellphone charger, my laptop
and a heaping handful of the jewelry that I had collected as gifts from Tony over
the course of my knowing him. As I was going through the drawer where I kept all of
my bills and other important financial records, there was a loud rapping at the door.
I froze and looked up at the expensive antique clock I had hanging up on the wall.
It had only been about twenty minutes since Tony had called. It was probably him at
the door, but I didn’t know what the situation was. It could have been anyone. My
heart pounded in the chest and my head began to spin, but all of that quieted down
when Tony’s voice came calling on the other side. “Tara, it’s me. Open up,” he called,
banging his fist against the door three more times.
I threw the documents back into the drawer and hurried over to let him in. As soon
as the door was open he burst in like a whirlwind, firmly shutting the door behind
him and moving the chain lock into place.
“You packed?” he asked, finally stopping to look me over.
“I’m almost finished.”
“That’s going to have to be good enough. Come on, get your stuff and let’s go.”
“But Tony… what’s going on? You’re scaring me…”
“We’re running off. Me and you, together. Somewhere new. How about somewhere sunny…
like Florida. It’ll be just me and you and we can make our own little paradise there.”
My heart and spirits lifted at the words coming out of his mouth. This is what I wanted,
after all. Him. All to myself. For the moment it was enough to assuage the panicky
feeling that was beginning to creep over me. “I have just a few more things to grab.”
“No, no.
it in me but I had become so wrapped up in this world that the idea of whacking somebody
to solve my problems didn’t seem so farfetched. Christ, I thought, it’s like I’m living in the movie Goodfellas . I patted Tom on his furry head and his eyes groggily opened.
“I wish I could just sleep away the days like you, Tom. I’d probably miss out on a
lot of things, but at least I wouldn’t be so miserable.”
He just meowed a gravelly meow like he always did.
“That’s what I thought.”
*
A month later things came to a head. My prayers had been answered, at least I thought
they had. I was holed up inside of my room, an apron slung over the front of my body
and a slender paintbrush clenched between my teeth as I was struggling to adjust the
painting easel. I had a basket of all sorts of colorful fruits of varying sizes set
on the bed that I was trying to recreate.
When I heard my cellphone ringing in the other room I cursed, spitting the paintbrush
from my mouth and setting it gently on its rack before hurrying into the other room
to carefully grab the phone with my paint stained fingers.
“Hello?” I said, nursing the phone between my shoulder and the side of my head so
that I wouldn’t get any paint on it.
“Tara. It’s me.” It was Tony. “Pack up your things. Lots of clothes. Whatever else
you can’t live with. I’ll be over in thirty minutes.”
“What? Why? I don’t understand…”
“Just do it, will you? I don’t have time to explain. Get your things together and
do it fast.”
“But…” I heard the line disconnect before I even get the rest of the sentence out
of my mouth.
I didn’t know what was going on, whether he was in danger or I was in danger or what,
but there was a sense of urgency in the tone of his voice that had scared me. I immediately
ran back into the bedroom and pushed the basket of fruit off the edge of the bed,
spilling them all over the floor, and dragged my suitcase out of the closet, lugging
it up onto the newly created space on the bed and prying it open.
I began grabbing everything I could find in the closet that would serve as basic clothing
and stuffing them inside, along with a pair of shoes, a cellphone charger, my laptop
and a heaping handful of the jewelry that I had collected as gifts from Tony over
the course of my knowing him. As I was going through the drawer where I kept all of
my bills and other important financial records, there was a loud rapping at the door.
I froze and looked up at the expensive antique clock I had hanging up on the wall.
It had only been about twenty minutes since Tony had called. It was probably him at
the door, but I didn’t know what the situation was. It could have been anyone. My
heart pounded in the chest and my head began to spin, but all of that quieted down
when Tony’s voice came calling on the other side. “Tara, it’s me. Open up,” he called,
banging his fist against the door three more times.
I threw the documents back into the drawer and hurried over to let him in. As soon
as the door was open he burst in like a whirlwind, firmly shutting the door behind
him and moving the chain lock into place.
“You packed?” he asked, finally stopping to look me over.
“I’m almost finished.”
“That’s going to have to be good enough. Come on, get your stuff and let’s go.”
“But Tony… what’s going on? You’re scaring me…”
“We’re running off. Me and you, together. Somewhere new. How about somewhere sunny…
like Florida. It’ll be just me and you and we can make our own little paradise there.”
My heart and spirits lifted at the words coming out of his mouth. This is what I wanted,
after all. Him. All to myself. For the moment it was enough to assuage the panicky
feeling that was beginning to creep over me. “I have just a few more things to grab.”
“No, no.
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