you can come and get him now. I promise I’ll make this up to you when I get back, Diane.”
“Are you sure you’re alright, Emily? You sound mighty upset.”
“I’ll be just fine when I know Ralphie is in good hands.” She carried the phone under her chin and pulled a small suitcase out of the closet. She lifted it up on the bed and opened it.
“Well, okay then, dear. I’ll be right on over. Have his things ready, and I’ll see ya in a minute.” The phone disconnected just before the words passed through Emily’s lips, “Bye…”
She looked utterly confused as she rifled through her dresser drawers trying to decide what to take. Jeans. Shorts. Sweatshirt. Thong? No! She kept grabbing onto something else as she dug in the drawer only to grab hold of it, then leave it lying there.
Since this trip was going to the northern woods, it would be warm during the day, but it could be cool or even cold at night. It might even rain for two weeks straight. What the hell! How do you pack for that in one suitcase?
She took the jeans, a couple of sweaters, underwear, a couple of concert t-shirts, a pair of sneakers, and stuffed all of it into the suitcase. Next she needed her deodorant, so he headed for the bathroom with a small plastic carry bag.
The bathroom was a mess, towels draped over everything. Dirty clothes, q-tips, powders, creams, and used tissues with traces of makeup were strewn everywhere. “Mental note to self… clean the fuckin’ bathroom if you live through this,” she muttered to herself.
She was staring into the open door of the medicine cabinet when a knock came at the door. She ran out of the bathroom to the kitchen area of her apartment. She was looking for some kind of a weapon. She opened the drawers frantically until she found it.
She grabbed the largest knife she owned out of the drawer, and went to the door. She boosted herself up on her toes and carefully looked through the peephole. It was Diane, and she was looking up at something above the door as she waited for Emily to answer it.
Opening the door, Emily said, “Hurry in so I can close the door!” She took Diane by the wrist, pulling her into the room.
“Okay now, Em. Now I know something is goin’ on here.” She nodded at the knife in Emily’s hand. “Please, honey, what is it?”
Shutting the door and double locking it, Emily set the knife on the table and spoke nervously, “I’ll tell you if you help me get Ralph’s things together while I finish packing.” She was already walking into the bathroom.
“Hon, now I guess his litter box and food are still in the same place as always?” Diane waited for an answer. “Emily?”
Emily stuck her head out through the doorway, “Yeah, please hurry, Diane! I don’t think I have much more time!”
“Now, you promised to tell me…” she said, walking toward the bathroom where Emily was rifling through the medicine cabinet. “Wow, honey, your place is trashed. Did someone break in here?”
Emily looked at her, as if to say, you really wanna go there? She tilted her head and took a deep breath. “Okay, Diane. This is going to sound crazy, and forgive me for continuing to pack while I tell you this, but I have about fifteen,” she looked at her watch, “…oh shit, maybe ten minutes before some really bad guys get here, and I’m afraid that if I’m here when they arrive they are going to kill me. Maybe you and Ralph, too, if you’re still here.”
“What?? We gotta call the police right now!”
“You know how long it takes the police to respond in this city, Diane! They’ll get here just in time to find our bullet riddled bodies! I don’t think we have that kind of time.” She threw a couple more items into the carry bag along with a toothbrush and some pink soap that was resting on the top of the sink by the faucet.
The phone was ringing. “Diane, just get Ralph and go! Buy him some supplies, and I’ll pay you when I get back. Please? Hurry!”
“I
“Are you sure you’re alright, Emily? You sound mighty upset.”
“I’ll be just fine when I know Ralphie is in good hands.” She carried the phone under her chin and pulled a small suitcase out of the closet. She lifted it up on the bed and opened it.
“Well, okay then, dear. I’ll be right on over. Have his things ready, and I’ll see ya in a minute.” The phone disconnected just before the words passed through Emily’s lips, “Bye…”
She looked utterly confused as she rifled through her dresser drawers trying to decide what to take. Jeans. Shorts. Sweatshirt. Thong? No! She kept grabbing onto something else as she dug in the drawer only to grab hold of it, then leave it lying there.
Since this trip was going to the northern woods, it would be warm during the day, but it could be cool or even cold at night. It might even rain for two weeks straight. What the hell! How do you pack for that in one suitcase?
She took the jeans, a couple of sweaters, underwear, a couple of concert t-shirts, a pair of sneakers, and stuffed all of it into the suitcase. Next she needed her deodorant, so he headed for the bathroom with a small plastic carry bag.
The bathroom was a mess, towels draped over everything. Dirty clothes, q-tips, powders, creams, and used tissues with traces of makeup were strewn everywhere. “Mental note to self… clean the fuckin’ bathroom if you live through this,” she muttered to herself.
She was staring into the open door of the medicine cabinet when a knock came at the door. She ran out of the bathroom to the kitchen area of her apartment. She was looking for some kind of a weapon. She opened the drawers frantically until she found it.
She grabbed the largest knife she owned out of the drawer, and went to the door. She boosted herself up on her toes and carefully looked through the peephole. It was Diane, and she was looking up at something above the door as she waited for Emily to answer it.
Opening the door, Emily said, “Hurry in so I can close the door!” She took Diane by the wrist, pulling her into the room.
“Okay now, Em. Now I know something is goin’ on here.” She nodded at the knife in Emily’s hand. “Please, honey, what is it?”
Shutting the door and double locking it, Emily set the knife on the table and spoke nervously, “I’ll tell you if you help me get Ralph’s things together while I finish packing.” She was already walking into the bathroom.
“Hon, now I guess his litter box and food are still in the same place as always?” Diane waited for an answer. “Emily?”
Emily stuck her head out through the doorway, “Yeah, please hurry, Diane! I don’t think I have much more time!”
“Now, you promised to tell me…” she said, walking toward the bathroom where Emily was rifling through the medicine cabinet. “Wow, honey, your place is trashed. Did someone break in here?”
Emily looked at her, as if to say, you really wanna go there? She tilted her head and took a deep breath. “Okay, Diane. This is going to sound crazy, and forgive me for continuing to pack while I tell you this, but I have about fifteen,” she looked at her watch, “…oh shit, maybe ten minutes before some really bad guys get here, and I’m afraid that if I’m here when they arrive they are going to kill me. Maybe you and Ralph, too, if you’re still here.”
“What?? We gotta call the police right now!”
“You know how long it takes the police to respond in this city, Diane! They’ll get here just in time to find our bullet riddled bodies! I don’t think we have that kind of time.” She threw a couple more items into the carry bag along with a toothbrush and some pink soap that was resting on the top of the sink by the faucet.
The phone was ringing. “Diane, just get Ralph and go! Buy him some supplies, and I’ll pay you when I get back. Please? Hurry!”
“I
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