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it would be nice to visit him on the way home. She usually called first, but that morning she’d forgotten her cell phone.
When she arrived at his apartment complex, The Woods, she saw Jackie’s red Honda in the parking lot. She’d climbed the grimy stairwell with a queasy sensation in the pit of her stomach. When she reached his door, she knocked several times with no response. What the hell is going on? she thought. What is she doing here?
Reluctantly, she turned away from the door and returned to the parking lot. Olivia noticed that while both Jackie and Sean’s cars were there, Vincent’s was not.
They’re alone up there! What the fuck is going on?
Olivia had driven away, enraged.
When she’d gotten home, she had an urgent message from Sean on her cell phone. He had given some excuse about Jackie being over to visit his brother, Vincent. Sean claimed that he’d been asleep in his bedroom and didn’t realize that they’d gone out to the store. That explained why Vincent’s car was gone and Jackie’s was not.
At the time, Olivia believed his story without doubt. However, such peculiar incidents continued: messages ignored for hours, Jackie always “visiting Vincent,” and once, Sean even drove Jackie’s car for over a week while his own was in the repair shop. Olivia ended their relationship on numerous occasions, but Sean always managed to win her back. He sent flowers, showed up on her doorstep, and persuaded others—like her mother and sister—to feel sorry for him.
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Now as she continued to speed along I-95, Olivia prayed it wasn’t happening all over again. They’d had such a remarkable time Wednesday night. Sean had taken her to see a movie starring two of her favorite actors. The film was spectacular…And afterward they’d gone back to his apartment and made love until they were weak. Sean loved it so much that he begged for an encore Thursday night.
And now this, thought Olivia. Why did he always have to screw everything up?
Exiting at Miami Gardens Drive, she drove east to Dixie Highway. When she reached his street, adrenaline began to shoot through her veins. Olivia braced herself for the worst. T his is it. If that nasty whore is there again, Sean can shove his excuses up his ass.
Sure enough, when Olivia made it to his building, there sat the infamous red Honda, yet again, with the all-too-familiar Mardi Gras beads dangling from the rearview mirror.
She haphazardly threw her Camry into the parking space beside it—ignoring the fact that it was reserved for handicapped drivers—and slammed the door in haste.
Reaching Sean’s apartment, Olivia pounded the front door repeatedly with the usual result—there was no answer. But she decided not to give up quite so easily this time. Returning to the parking lot, she crossed her arms and leaned against her car to wait until Vincent got home. It was Friday, and she knew he left work at eight.
At approximately eight twenty-five, Olivia spotted Vincent’s Mercury. When he parked, she jogged over to meet him before he even removed his seat belt.
“Vinnie, what’s going on?” she beseeched, her voice full of anxiety. “What’s Jackie doing here with Sean, and why won’t anyone answer the door?”
Vincent released the seat belt and motioned for Olivia to step back, giving him room to open the door.
“Vincent? Come on…tell me what’s going on! I need the truth. Is he still seeing her?” Despite her will to keep them at bay, tears filled her eyes.
“Olivia, I don’t want to get involved in this confusion with you and Sean,” he said, moving around her.
“I’m coming in with you,” she said, falling in step beside him. “I’m coming in to find out what the hell is going on.”
“Look,” he said, coming up short. “I’m going to be honest with you here, okay?” He gave her a rueful look.
“Please, Vinnie, that’s all I want. Is he still seeing her?” Olivia didn’t know how much longer she could
When she arrived at his apartment complex, The Woods, she saw Jackie’s red Honda in the parking lot. She’d climbed the grimy stairwell with a queasy sensation in the pit of her stomach. When she reached his door, she knocked several times with no response. What the hell is going on? she thought. What is she doing here?
Reluctantly, she turned away from the door and returned to the parking lot. Olivia noticed that while both Jackie and Sean’s cars were there, Vincent’s was not.
They’re alone up there! What the fuck is going on?
Olivia had driven away, enraged.
When she’d gotten home, she had an urgent message from Sean on her cell phone. He had given some excuse about Jackie being over to visit his brother, Vincent. Sean claimed that he’d been asleep in his bedroom and didn’t realize that they’d gone out to the store. That explained why Vincent’s car was gone and Jackie’s was not.
At the time, Olivia believed his story without doubt. However, such peculiar incidents continued: messages ignored for hours, Jackie always “visiting Vincent,” and once, Sean even drove Jackie’s car for over a week while his own was in the repair shop. Olivia ended their relationship on numerous occasions, but Sean always managed to win her back. He sent flowers, showed up on her doorstep, and persuaded others—like her mother and sister—to feel sorry for him.
•
Now as she continued to speed along I-95, Olivia prayed it wasn’t happening all over again. They’d had such a remarkable time Wednesday night. Sean had taken her to see a movie starring two of her favorite actors. The film was spectacular…And afterward they’d gone back to his apartment and made love until they were weak. Sean loved it so much that he begged for an encore Thursday night.
And now this, thought Olivia. Why did he always have to screw everything up?
Exiting at Miami Gardens Drive, she drove east to Dixie Highway. When she reached his street, adrenaline began to shoot through her veins. Olivia braced herself for the worst. T his is it. If that nasty whore is there again, Sean can shove his excuses up his ass.
Sure enough, when Olivia made it to his building, there sat the infamous red Honda, yet again, with the all-too-familiar Mardi Gras beads dangling from the rearview mirror.
She haphazardly threw her Camry into the parking space beside it—ignoring the fact that it was reserved for handicapped drivers—and slammed the door in haste.
Reaching Sean’s apartment, Olivia pounded the front door repeatedly with the usual result—there was no answer. But she decided not to give up quite so easily this time. Returning to the parking lot, she crossed her arms and leaned against her car to wait until Vincent got home. It was Friday, and she knew he left work at eight.
At approximately eight twenty-five, Olivia spotted Vincent’s Mercury. When he parked, she jogged over to meet him before he even removed his seat belt.
“Vinnie, what’s going on?” she beseeched, her voice full of anxiety. “What’s Jackie doing here with Sean, and why won’t anyone answer the door?”
Vincent released the seat belt and motioned for Olivia to step back, giving him room to open the door.
“Vincent? Come on…tell me what’s going on! I need the truth. Is he still seeing her?” Despite her will to keep them at bay, tears filled her eyes.
“Olivia, I don’t want to get involved in this confusion with you and Sean,” he said, moving around her.
“I’m coming in with you,” she said, falling in step beside him. “I’m coming in to find out what the hell is going on.”
“Look,” he said, coming up short. “I’m going to be honest with you here, okay?” He gave her a rueful look.
“Please, Vinnie, that’s all I want. Is he still seeing her?” Olivia didn’t know how much longer she could
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