“Watch this,” Angel smirks at Imp, “I’m going to hasten her demise, help your odds a bit, by putting Nick back in the house…”The doorbell chimed and Angel admires what he saw as she descended the stairs displaying the contours of her body, pulled her robe over the purity of her nakedness…. aka Duchamp… and closed it with a strap. She opened the door. Two police officers were standing close, noses nearly touching the door as though trying to peek in through the two inch window peep hole. They stepped back, startled, “Eh hem, I'm Richards, are you Mrs. Adriane Baker?”
Being entirely unaware of what Angel and Imp were up to on the high celestial plane, I supposed I’d left the gate open… it annoys me when people get all the way onto the property and to the door when I am working.
“Yes, no, I am… that is at least until the divorce is final. What did he do now?” I truly never knew when the police showed up at my door.
“He’s okay. We simply need to know if you will let him in your house.” Officer Richards spoke somewhat sneeringly.
“I don’t like the looks of this… what is going on?”
The second officer was more congenial, “… he told us to take him here.”
“Why not?” I had no idea. I mean, Nick’s dad had some sort of pull with the SBPD and DA’s office. I don’t know what; but, whenever Nick got stopped for driving all smacked-out or drunk, he never went to jail or got a ticket for it. I thought of this sense of entitlement… “What do you want me to do?”
“Okay, we just needed to check with you.” They went back down and fetched him out of the squad car. He could walk on his own but he was in one of those Zombie trances. I had them escort Nick into the music room and sat him on the couch. He sat without saying a word.
“Here’s the keys to his car. We parked it a block away. You are okay to drive, right?”
I didn’t think I looked fucked-up. The question annoyed me and the prospects of putting up with Nick in my house was more than I could take. I asked, “Do I look okay to you? You are the police, aren’t you? You should know…”
“I’m sorry; we will be on our way.” They went back to their squad car and waited until I got in Nick’s car before they left. I wasn’t afraid of being nailed for a DUI. I was high, alright, but I wasn’t drinking. Besides, I doubt whether either cop had been able to see my irises because I was wearing my transition lenses. Even though that surly cop, Richards, did made me nervous the way he was eying me up. Of course, I put on a tease walking down to the car in my light kimono style robe. It didn’t make any difference to me any longer as I got into the car and parked it up in back in car-port. While parking it I rammed the garage wall, breaking a stanchion… but what the hell… and then made my way down to the house with Sushi and Tofu in tow.
“So, what the hell Nick, are you planning on staying here?”
“Uhhh, mmphmutter mumph.”
“I can’t understand you!” I shouted damned near in his ear.
“Uh, do you have any coffee?”
“Sure…”
“How about coke.”
“A coke or ‘Coke’?” I was pissed and wanted to needle him.
“Coke….,” his head slumped, chin to his chest, “c’mon girl, Coke.”
“You say that clearly enough… damn it Nick!” I went into the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee, opened the fridge, grabbed a bottle of Coke, put an iced glass on a tray with the Coke and coffee, and served him like a waitress.
“Thanks… can I use your phone?” he bent down to the tray and sipped from the cup without lifting it.
“You look like a cow at the trough…”
He looked up at me with big cow eyes… “You got Billy’s number?”
“Billy? You know Billy too?”
“I introduced you,” he paused a minute and asked, “didn’t I?”
“No, Rod introduced me to Billy.”
“Who do you think introduced Rod to Billy?”
“Small world, eh?” I had no idea that Rod had any contact with Nick before we’d… Oh, well.
“Yeh, I told Rod that you would soon be available and I’m the one that told him he could go ahead and fuck the shit out of you.”
He was goading me now and I was playing right into his hands.
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