chair close to the door, where I continued to bob my head and moan for effect, he dashed behind the curtain, grabbed our belongings and rushed back to me. I got up as quickly as a “sick” person would and leaned on him as we exited.
Once we were safely out of the hallway and back into the foyer we bolted out of the casino and ran to Kendal’s car. Ten yards away he popped the locks, and we jumped in, breathing hard. He started the engine and peeled out of the parking lot, adjusting his rearview mirror to see if anyone was following.
Within moments we were back on the highway and blazing a path toward home, both of us continually checking over our shoulders.
“I cannot believe you conned me into doing a mob wedding!” I said moodily.
“Oh, please. Like I knew the family was family !” Kendal snapped defensively.
“Well, what the hell are we supposed to do now?” I asked, fear gripping my insides like a vise.
“We could go to the police,” Kendal said, looking confident that he’d found the solution.
“And tell them what? ‘Hi, Mr. Policeman?”’ I said in my Little Bo Peep voice. “Yeah, I’m a psychic and I just read a hit man for the mob. Oh, what’s that you say? What’s he look like? Well, I have no idea; he was masked, you know. . . .’ Great idea, there, Sherlock.”
“Don’t take this out on me!” Kendal snapped. “Just because you had a tough day is no reason to get snippy.”
I crossed my arms and sank low in my seat. Kendal was right—it wasn’t his fault. After a moment I asked again, “Okay, so what do we do?”
“I don’t know. Why don’t we go back to my house and talk to Rick? He’s pretty levelheaded. Maybe he’ll have a good idea.”
I nodded and said nothing more until we reached Kendal’s house. We pulled up in the driveway and noticed that all the lights were out and a strange car was parked out front. “He’s not home?” I asked about his partner.
“Hmm. No, his car’s here. Maybe he’s taking a nap. Come on; we’ll wake him up.” We got out of the car and walked up to the house. He fumbled with his keys for a moment in the dark, then unlocked the door, and we stepped inside. The scent of musk oil hit my nostrils something fierce. I also noticed muffled music coming from the bedroom. “Rick?” Kendal called. “Rick, honey?”
Kendal stepped past me as I waited in the living room, switching on a light as he went to find his partner. I heard him call to Rick one more time as he opened the bedroom door; then the muffled sounds of something a little more primal caught my ears, followed quickly by Kendal’s scream.
I rushed forward to Kendal’s aid, certain he was being attacked, when he bolted past me, his hands over his eyes and shrieks coming out of his mouth. Following quickly behind him was a naked and very greasy Rick, slipping on the wood floors chasing after Kendal, trying to talk above the noise. “Kendal! I’m sorry! It was just an experiment, I swear!”
As I stood back and watched the scene unfold I wondered if tonight could get any worse.
“Rick?” came a female voice from the bedroom. “Rick, what’s going on?”
Hmm, apparently it could.
A moment later the owner of the voice appeared when a naked and equally greasy woman came running out of the bedroom past me. “Rick? Who is this guy?”
“How could you?!” Kendal screeched in a voice so shrill my mother would have envied it.
“It was just an experiment! A onetime thing, I swear! It doesn’t mean anything! I still love you!” Rick pleaded.
“Hold on here!” the naked woman yelled stepping between the two men and pointing an accusing finger at Rick. “You mean you’re gay ?”
Oh, boy. Time for me to leave. As unobtrusively as possible I edged out of the room and through the door. I walked to my car as the argument continued from inside the small house, and without a backward glance I got in and pulled out of the driveway.
As I drove home I felt numb from head
Once we were safely out of the hallway and back into the foyer we bolted out of the casino and ran to Kendal’s car. Ten yards away he popped the locks, and we jumped in, breathing hard. He started the engine and peeled out of the parking lot, adjusting his rearview mirror to see if anyone was following.
Within moments we were back on the highway and blazing a path toward home, both of us continually checking over our shoulders.
“I cannot believe you conned me into doing a mob wedding!” I said moodily.
“Oh, please. Like I knew the family was family !” Kendal snapped defensively.
“Well, what the hell are we supposed to do now?” I asked, fear gripping my insides like a vise.
“We could go to the police,” Kendal said, looking confident that he’d found the solution.
“And tell them what? ‘Hi, Mr. Policeman?”’ I said in my Little Bo Peep voice. “Yeah, I’m a psychic and I just read a hit man for the mob. Oh, what’s that you say? What’s he look like? Well, I have no idea; he was masked, you know. . . .’ Great idea, there, Sherlock.”
“Don’t take this out on me!” Kendal snapped. “Just because you had a tough day is no reason to get snippy.”
I crossed my arms and sank low in my seat. Kendal was right—it wasn’t his fault. After a moment I asked again, “Okay, so what do we do?”
“I don’t know. Why don’t we go back to my house and talk to Rick? He’s pretty levelheaded. Maybe he’ll have a good idea.”
I nodded and said nothing more until we reached Kendal’s house. We pulled up in the driveway and noticed that all the lights were out and a strange car was parked out front. “He’s not home?” I asked about his partner.
“Hmm. No, his car’s here. Maybe he’s taking a nap. Come on; we’ll wake him up.” We got out of the car and walked up to the house. He fumbled with his keys for a moment in the dark, then unlocked the door, and we stepped inside. The scent of musk oil hit my nostrils something fierce. I also noticed muffled music coming from the bedroom. “Rick?” Kendal called. “Rick, honey?”
Kendal stepped past me as I waited in the living room, switching on a light as he went to find his partner. I heard him call to Rick one more time as he opened the bedroom door; then the muffled sounds of something a little more primal caught my ears, followed quickly by Kendal’s scream.
I rushed forward to Kendal’s aid, certain he was being attacked, when he bolted past me, his hands over his eyes and shrieks coming out of his mouth. Following quickly behind him was a naked and very greasy Rick, slipping on the wood floors chasing after Kendal, trying to talk above the noise. “Kendal! I’m sorry! It was just an experiment, I swear!”
As I stood back and watched the scene unfold I wondered if tonight could get any worse.
“Rick?” came a female voice from the bedroom. “Rick, what’s going on?”
Hmm, apparently it could.
A moment later the owner of the voice appeared when a naked and equally greasy woman came running out of the bedroom past me. “Rick? Who is this guy?”
“How could you?!” Kendal screeched in a voice so shrill my mother would have envied it.
“It was just an experiment! A onetime thing, I swear! It doesn’t mean anything! I still love you!” Rick pleaded.
“Hold on here!” the naked woman yelled stepping between the two men and pointing an accusing finger at Rick. “You mean you’re gay ?”
Oh, boy. Time for me to leave. As unobtrusively as possible I edged out of the room and through the door. I walked to my car as the argument continued from inside the small house, and without a backward glance I got in and pulled out of the driveway.
As I drove home I felt numb from head
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