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“Tommy” Part 20″Tommy”By GentilePart 20———“Now what?” As I hustled to the other end of the trailer I noticed for the first time Tommy’s gun belt hung upon the coat rack we had just inside the front door. I was ever so grateful to see his Smith & Wesson .38 in it’s holster, 100% secured. Just past the dryer & before the washing machine I could make it out clear. It was Tommy & he was sobbing. It was difficult to make heads nor tales of his complaint, but, the word “gun” came thru awfully clear. I froze and then made a short retreat, backing away from their doorway. “Tommy, no, honey, no, it’s just a nightmare, Tommy. Close your eyes, baby, it’s Girl, I’m here, Tommy, I’m here. You are not alone. Girl is here. Just a dream, baby, close your eyes and sleep, angel. You just need sleep. I will not leave you. I’ll be here all night. Tommy, it’s Girl, yes, it’s Girl. I’m here now. I won’t leave you again. I promise.”I went back to the kitchen, considered hiding his gun and then returned to my room, and sat on the bed. “Jesus Christ, Dale.”Girl showed up about 20 minutes later.”Cully, sweetheart. I haven’t much time. You heard that, right? Cully, I have to get back down there before he wakes and finds me gone. Please, Cully, get me a cup of tea and bring it down.” I tried to query, but, was cut off. “No, boy, no. Tomorrow, not now. Everything is going to be okay. I promise. Tea, please?””On it’s way. Go.”I made two cups, I didn’t know whether he’d be awake or not. Arranged a tray and took it on down. She had Tommy in her arms, softly humming to him. Put her finger to her lips so I’d be quiet and waved me on in. He seemed to be fast asleep, Sultangazi Escort the poor thing. She had him bundled in the blankets. “Put it down here, Cully. Thank you. Oh, just needed the one cup, but, you can leave both in case he wakes.””Should I go, or, do you need me to stay?” I more or less pantomimed. “No, go head back down and we’ll talk in the morning. He’ll be fine. He just needs to rest and sleep. I got him, Cully, but, thank, you. I love you, honey. Thanks so much.” Gave me a thumbs up & went back to the hum. Couldn’t quite make out what the tune was, but, it did sound somewhat familiar.The water was still hot so I made myself a cup. Spied the .38 again, but, left it be. The mere thought of holding the GD thing was too much. I’d been cured of guns during a run in with the old man’s 20 gauge shotgun when I was 15. But, that’s another story for another time during Covid-19.Back in my new digs I gulped the tea and rolled over. “Danny’s Song!” By God, I remembered it. “Anne Murray.” I didn’t have all the lyrics down pat, but, I had enough and put myself to sleep singing them though “gun” reverberated as well._________________________________________________Morning, Cul,It’s just past eight. You were sleeping so peacefully that we did not want to wake you, darling. Tommy has taken me shopping. Well, to breakfast first, then shopping. He’s feeling much better this morning, thank goodness. We started with a prayer upon waking and I believe that heartened both him and I. We included you in our prayers, Cully. I will keep a sharp eye on the youngster and should anything go wrong I’ll ring you right off. Sultangazi Escort Bayan We’ll be back about 1. And we’ll leave about 2, or so for the drive-along. Have a good morning.I love you, Cully-boy.- GirlP.S., I know you wouldn’t mind so I let Tommy drive us in your car._________________________________________________It’d been Scotch-taped to my door jamb. Took a look. Sure as shit it was gone. “How the Hell did they drive off without it waking me?””Probably pushed it down the hill and started it at the bottom.””Christ, if I could’ve gotten some sleep I would’ve heard them. How did he recover that quick from a what, a night terror?”My head felt like it was going to explode. First night in a strange bed, though I knew that bed. It was Girl’s chi*dhood bed. It was part of her trousseau. “I must’ve slept on it wrong.”And wasn’t it nice being able to talk to myself out loud again. I’d missed it.”Their room! Go!” His gun was still there on the hat rack. I started up The Whistler, checked the driveway and made sure the front door was locked.”Snoopin’ time. Leave me all alone will ya’s?”Somebody had made up their bed. The room looked different than when I stayed in it. It was never this spic & span. Like an ad in a magazine for the cryin’ out loud. I checked the waste basket next to her side of the bed for any kind of tissue clean up of naughtiness, but, there was nothing in there to cause alarm. Checked his side of the bed which used to be my side. Nothing in his waste basket. I never even had my own basket. Just piled my refuse on the nightstand and dumped it at overflow. I wanted to go thru their Escort Sultangazi drawers, but, just didn’t have the nerve. “Why don’t you?” I demanded an answer of myself. “I don’t know. Leave me be. My head hurts.”I was about to check the bathroom when the Whistler whistled, scaring me half-to-death. The instant coffee got my blood to boilin’. Checked the driveway and commenced a snoopin’ again.Same with their bathroom. Like a magazine ad. Every freakin’ thing in it’s place. Though somebody had bathed. “Girl.” Just a bit of standing water. “Or somebody’s?” There’s no way you can get Tommy in that bathtub with her. No way. “They probably tried though.” I checked for standing water on the floor, but, it was dry, spotless and dry. I checked the toilet rim for urine spots. Somebody had cleaned mine off and there were no others. “You cleaned those off, remember?””Oh, yeah. When I’d cleaned the house.” The damp bathtub meant one thing for certain: “Damn, he’s seen her naked.””Guy, he’s already seen her naked. Remember?””And more.””Much more.”Checked the basket in there, but, nothing of interest except an Emory board that still had some life left on it. Stuck it the pocket of my pj’s. “Waste not, want not, cop.””The coffee can!!! Oh-my-God, Dale. Go, boy, go!” I’d left the plastic lid purposely ajar so, I could see (if someone else was around) if the can had been accessed without accessing it in front of them. Thank the Lord the ajar had not been disturbed. I accessed it nonetheless. The gangster wad was still there in all it’s glory. Closed it, set a fresh ajar.Re-read the note for the third time when it dawned on me. She was sitting somewhere having breakfast with a black man. “How’s that going to look?””Damn, you’re wrong! She’s counting on you. He’s counting on you both and you’re worrying about how it looks?””I know, I know.” Started the Whistler back up. Dumped 2 teaspoons of coffee into my empty cup.”I know.”(to be continued)
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