The Perfect Holiday

by Mia Ford

  I rolled my eyes. “Stupid bitch,” I said quietly. The other people on the street eyed me with disdain, taking care to step around the obviously-wealthy businessman who had no business in their ‘hood. I groaned, thinking of how much worse my car would be after I left it for a few hours and waited for a tow. As much as I wanted to believe that Hannah had done this, I knew that she was only one of a list of suspects. The rest of the cars on the street were shitty Oldsmobiles and Saturns, all ten years out of date. Someone had probably just seen my Porsche and decided that because they couldn’t have nice things, neither could I.

  Just as I was about to call for a car service, a long Lincoln Town Car slowed to a stop. I frowned as the tinted window in the rear rolled down.

  “Hey, Thomas!”

  I looked up and frowned. Marlene was in the backseat of the car, waving to me.

  “What are you doing here?” I stepped closer to the car and crossed my arms over my chest. The early November night was a chill one, and I was only wearing a light jacket.

  “I had a meeting in Brooklyn,” Marlene explained. “I was just driving by and I thought I saw your Porsche.” She wrinkled her nose. “God, what happened? It looks awful.”

  I shrugged. “Vandalism,” I said. “I was just about to call for a car.”

  Marlene jerked her head towards the interior of the back seat. “Get in,” she said. “We were supposed to talk anyway.”

  I glanced back at my wrecked Porsche, feeling helpless and somehow tricked. Still, I knew that I didn’t have a better option. It would take forever for a good car to make it into this part of Brooklyn, and I sure as fuck wasn’t going to hang out on these thug-filled streets.

  “Fine,” I snapped. Marlene grinned.

  I walked around to the other side of the car and slid in, relaxing against the plush leather. Marlene smiled at me.

  “So, what did you want to talk about?”

  Marlene tossed her red hair and the spicy scent of vanilla filled my nose. I shivered – when we’d been married, I’d like the smell of my wife’s perfume. But now I loved June’s all natural musk. I loved that she only wore deodorant, and not perfume. She always smelled so young and clean.

  And the scent of her pussy was as juicy as a fresh peach.

  “How have you been?” Marlene asked. She pulled out a compact and dabbed powder on her already-perfect makeup.

  “Eh.” I shrugged. “Good and bad.” I narrowed my eyes. “Remember Keith Carner?”

  Marlene narrowed her eyes. “Yeah. He was a dog,” she said. “He tried coming onto me once at a bar.”

  I rolled my eyes and laughed dryly. “Well, maybe it’s good he’s blowing me off, then. Maybe he just learned about the divorce.”

  Marlene looked wounded. “Why would you say that?” She scooted closer. “Thomas, just because we’re not together doesn’t mean that we aren’t in each other’s lives.”

  “That’s right,” I countered. The car slipped through the dark Brooklyn streets and suddenly I regretted leaving my very expensive car behind. “Because we have Brett,” I said firmly. “And if you’re trying to win him over by sending that PlayStation Five, it didn’t work. The thing is boxed up in my office.”

  Marlene narrowed her eyes. “What are you talking about?”

  My heart sank. Even though I still wasn’t sure who had sent my son that expensive toy, it didn’t help to discover that it hadn’t been my ex-wife, after all.

  “I was hoping you’d sent it,” I said morosely. “Brett got a box in the mail the other day, with some new video game system that’s only been released in Japan. There was no return address, and when I told him that he couldn’t have it, he got pretty mad.”

  “I was wondering why he was in such a shitty mood last weekend,” Marlene said. She rolled her eyes. “I chalked it up to normal ten-year-old boy drama, but holy shit.”

  I sighed. “No, definitely not normal ten-year-old boy drama,” I said. “I couldn’t find a return address so I’m keeping it until I can have it checked out.”

  Marlene narrowed her eyes. “What, you think someone is trying to hurt Brett to get to you?”

  I shrugged. After a moment’s debate, I told her about Hannah, leaving out the grittier details. By the time I was finished recanting the whole sordid saga, Marlene looked shocked and pissed.

  “That little bitch,” she said. “I can’t believe I trusted her around my son!”

  “I know.” I shook my head. “So, I’m not ruling out the possibility that she’s somehow trying to get revenge. She did come from money, it’s possible she could’ve bought that stupid PlayStation on her own.”

  Marlene shrugged. She gave me a devious look. “I bet you’re not doing so well without an assistant,” she said smugly.

  “Hey,” I said, pretending to be offended. Marlene burst out laughing and after a second, I joined in. It was odd – I wasn’t having a bad time with her. Now that the poison and vitriol of the divorce had passed, it felt strange to be having an okay time with the woman who had ripped my heart out.

  I just hoped we could keep it up, for the sake of parenting Brett.

  Marlene sighed. “I wish things could be like this all of the time,” she said, scooting closer to me on the seat.

  I narrowed my eyes. “What are you talking about?

  Marlene pouted. “Between us,” she said. “I wish things could be good like this all the time, you know?”

  “Marlene, we’re divorced,” I said flatly. “And honestly, I think that’s for the best. Hell,” I added, turning in the seat and crossing my arms over my chest. “You were the one who couldn’t stop talking about how much you loved your freedom.”

  Marlene swallowed. She stroked a finger down the side of my arm. I waited two seconds before pushing her away.

  “I was hasty when I said that,” Marlene said. She batted her eyelashes and lowered her voice to a honey-sweet pitch. “I miss you, Thomas. I miss being your wife.”

  I exhaled as stiffly as I could. “Well, it’s never going to happen again. We split up for a reason. You cheated on me, for over fifteen years! That was our whole fucking marriage!”

  “I made a mistake,” Marlene said. She sniffed and my irritation came roaring back, full blast.

  “A mistake is forgetting to pick up the dry-cleaning,” I snapped. “Fucking other men for fifteen years wasn’t a mistake, Marlene. That was a very calculated, intentional decision on your behalf.”

  Marlene narrowed her eyes. “Well, I regret that,” she said softly. “Besides, shouldn’t Brett have both of his parents?” She scooted closer and I pushed her away. “I miss being a family with you, Thomas. We should get back together.”

  My jaw dropped. “You’re seriously crazy,” I told her, shaking my head and rolling my eyes. “I can’t believe you think we should be together just because you miss me!” I groaned. “And this is probably all because you’re sick of working and you want to live on my dime again!”

  “I miss you,” Marlene said. Her voice was insistent, full of passion that I’d somehow never heard from her during the entirety of our marriage.

  “I’ve moved on,” I said flatly. I rapped on the back of the driver’s seat. “Stop here,” I called loudly. “I’m getting out and taking the subway.”

  Marlene looked at me with hatred in her vivid green eyes. “You can’t have moved on,” she said, twisting her lips into a scowl. “That’s not possible!”

  “Well, it happened,” I said. “And I’m falling in love. Marlene, you and I will never be together again. Do you understand?”

  Marlene glared at me with such palpable hatred that I was expecting a slap to the face. Instead, she opened her coral lips and spit right on me.

  I sighed and pushed open the car door.

  “Fuck you,” Marlene yelled after me. “I can’t believe you could be so cruel!”

  I stood there for a moment, wondering what I should do. In any other moment – on any other day – I’d turn right back around an
d tell her she deserved everything that she’d gotten. But I was tired. I was exhausted, from dealing with Hannah, and June, and now Marlene. I couldn’t waste my energy on my useless ex who didn’t deserve to even breathe the same air as June.

  “Fine.” I slammed the car door and waved cheerily. “Have a nice life!” I called after the car.

  Marlene didn’t respond, but I felt satisfied all the same.

  Chapter Fourteen

  June

  I had to admit that when I told Thomas he should leave so he wouldn’t miss his meeting, I didn’t actually expect him to go. But once he was gone and the apartment was empty again, I couldn’t stop the tears from falling. My eyes were burning and my sinuses were choked with snot and saliva, but it was like a compulsion. I couldn’t stop – the tears just kept falling, no matter what I did.

  By the time Angela got home, I’d almost tired myself out. She took one look at me and did a double-take, dropping her bag and rushing to my side.

  “June!” She sounded dismayed and unhappy. “Girl, what the hell happened?” Angela put her hand to my forehead. “It better not have been Thomas,” she said. “I’ll kill that rich bastard.”

  I sighed. “No, it wasn’t Thomas.” I sniffled and reached for a soggy tissue as I recounted the events that had happened that day at school. Like Thomas, Angela was shocked and unhappy that I hadn’t told her about the Andy-in-the-alley incident.

  “June, those cops had no right to act the way they did,” she said hotly. “That’s like, a total breach of conduct!”

  I shrugged. “They had a point,” I said miserably. “I did ask him out, remember?”

  “But you don’t deserve to be stalked and harassed!” Angela shot back. “And those creepy drawings?” She shuddered. “What kind of asshole calls you a pedophile just because you won’t go out with him?”

  “I don’t know,” I said sadly. I wrapped my arms around my knees and brought them to my chin, resting my chin on top. “I just wish this was a bad dream,” I said. “And that I’m going to wake up any time.”

  Angela sighed. “Have you told Thomas?”

  “I called him earlier.” I pointed towards the wad of bills on the table. “He gave me this, for now. He said if there was anything I needed to just ask. But I can’t do that – we barely know each other. We’ve only slept together once. I can’t suddenly start acting like I can depend on him.”

  Angela licked her lips. “I want to help, too,” she said slowly. “But we can’t lose this apartment, June. I don’t make enough to cover your rent, too.”

  “I know.” My heart sank. “I’ll just use this money and then pay Thomas back.”

  “And they have to rehire you soon,” Angela said. “Look, this is probably some stupid school policy where they can’t have either of you around while they check things out. Anyone with a brain could see that this isn’t your fault!”

  “Everyone at school hates me now,” I said flatly. “Those stupid drawings must have really done the trick.”

  Angela rolled her eyes. “I thought teachers were supposed to be smart,” she said, climbing off the couch and stretching. She walked into the kitchen and two seconds later, I heard the pop of a wine cork.

  “Bring me some,” I called loudly.

  “Duh,” Angela replied.

  When Angela came back into the living room, she was smiling. She handed me a glass of wine.

  “To new beginnings,” Angela said.

  We clinked and I took a long swallow, barely tasting the cheap wine as it drained into my stomach. Compared to the beautiful wines I’d drunk with Thomas, this tasted like gasoline. But still, I didn’t care – I appreciated the gesture from Angela, and cheap or not, I knew enough of it would make me tipsy enough not to care.

  “I can’t believe I have to start looking for a new job,” I moaned, draining my glass. Angela refilled me without even asking. “It took eight months to get that teaching job! Eight months!”

  “It’s the middle of the year now, maybe you can sub until the end of the semester or something,” Angela said. “There’s always temp work.”

  I wrinkled my nose. “I hate temping,” I said. “But you’re right – maybe I should call about a sub job tomorrow.”

  Angela nodded.

  “I worked at Starbucks before P.S.151 hired me,” I complained, rolling my eyes. “And it was dreadful. Getting that teaching job felt like the best thing that had ever happened to me.”

  Angela eyed me sympathetically and rubbed my back. “Not if you had to work with a creep like Andy,” she said. “No matter what happens, I’m sure things will work out for the best.” She raised her eyebrow. “Maybe Thomas could help get you a job,” she said. “I bet he knows a lot of business guys.”

  I wrinkled my nose. “Doesn’t that seem…I don’t know, kind of unethical?”

  “What’s fucking unethical is that your school practically fired you without even hearing your side of the story,” Angela snapped. “So, I wouldn’t worry too much about that right now.”

  I sighed. “I guess you’re right,” I said. “I just hate the idea of asking.”

  “Thomas would be happy to help,” Angela said. She raised an eyebrow at me and I blushed. “He’s obviously way into you.”

  “That’s because I haven’t asked him for much,” I said. “It’s not like I’ve been very demanding.” I sniffled and wiped my nose on my hand, disgusted at myself. “If I’d started out asking him for everything, I’m sure he’d see me as a gold-digger.”

  Angela shrugged. She stood up. “Want me to order some food?”

  I grimaced. “I couldn’t really afford anything right now,” I said sadly.

  “My treat,” Angela said quickly. She whipped out her phone and checked her bank balance. “As long as it’s cheap.”

  I smiled thinly. “Thanks,” I said quietly. “But honestly, I’m not really hungry.” My stomach gurgled and twisted. “I think I’d just throw the food right back up.”

  “And that wouldn’t be a good use of my money,” Angela joked. She smiled. “Come on, June, relax – it was a joke.”

  I sighed. “I think I’m just going to try to get some sleep.”

  Angela nodded. “Okay,” she said. “If you change your mind and you get hungry later, I’ll be up.” She yawned. “I’m just gonna stay here and veg for a while.”

  I stood up from the couch and sighed. Even though I was exhausted, I didn’t feel sleepy. At least, that’s what I thought. But once I was tucked into a pair of flannel pajama pants and a loose fitting t-shirt, I felt much more comfortable. Closing my eyes, I crawled into bed and pulled a pillow over my head. Snuggling in the blankets felt more comforting than ever before. Maybe this is all a bad dream, I thought. Maybe I’ll wake up and I’ll have a message from the school, saying this was all a mistake.

  Soon, my brain was clouded in a dense fog and my eyes were burning. Yawning, I rolled closer to the wall and drifted off to sleep.

  --

  “Hey, June, it’s me. Wake up.”

  “Guh?” I opened my mouth and yawned widely right into Angela’s face. She was sitting on my bed, glancing down at me with concern.

  Yawning a second time, I balled my hands into fists and rubbed my eyes. “What time is it? Did I fall asleep for a few hours?”

  Angela chuckled nervously. “You were out all night,” she said. “It’s like, ten-thirty in the morning now.”