“Dude…a man like that? You’re going there?”
“Nah man, cool your boots. All I’m saying is that he’s gone and done with in this place. Talking about him adds no value to your life as is. So…on to the things and people that matter…what are you gonna do now that you’ve seen, and fucked the shit out of both of you? Keeping in mind that she’s under investigation by your department, with you as the leading officer, over a first degree murder charge?”
Why is it that I can feel his snide smug all the way from Seattle?
“Bro…I have no idea what to do next.”
Honesty’s never been my strongest suite along the years. I kept it down on most days to hide my mask of vulnerability. It’s the one way I could forget all my pain, since the days of the bullies at Crimson High and down to the chugs at the police department. But thinking it through can only make my brain explode. How would both of us, after all these years, move away to the exact same area and still meet in the oddest of circumstance? Weird huh…
“You know,” he starts, coughing to fade, “I think…and I’m being totally honest here, so don’t start bashing my logic or I’ll find my way over to your apartment with a whore and force you to suck her feet.”
I cringe. He actually got halfway here last time we spoke on the phone. And he wasn’t alone.
“Okay Bryce. Gimme your two cents.”
“Dude…this is just fate. There is no coincidence in this universe, and we both agreed to that when we got fucking wasted that time we got that trans chick in our room. Remember that?”
Who wouldn’t?
“Okay…there is affinity and chance, and both of those have ganged up against chaos and come to a truce to hold the both of you, to give you another chance. Tell me I’m not the only one seeing this man. Tell me you see this as another time to do the right thing. Go on bro…tell me…”
“I don’t know what to do with this…chance bro.”
“Then listen to me this time. Think of me like your conscience deep inside, but with a big voice and booming with charisma. You can’t change the past of course, but maybe you can do something about this present. And you can definitely count on the future totally resting on your shoulders. You hear me?”
“I do Bryce…I do.”
“Save those words for the future bro. But not for me…you know who. I love you man but even for me that’s excessive.”
We laugh, I ponder, and he goes off to do his thing. I sit and rest comfortably, physically, but at heart it’s all but the opposite. What if he’s right?
Chapter 16 – Jasmine
“I missed you mommy,” his cute little voice whispers in my ear.
“I missed you too Gummy Bear,” I say, right before hugging the liver out of him. He smells like candy and veggies. Must be the delights of living in her house.
“Henrietta…I don’t know how much I can thank you for this.”
She stands by the door, hanging a scarf by her neck and silkily polishing my necklace. Henrietta never finds time to rest, not even for her kindness.
“You don’t have to do that darling. Please, come sit with us and let’s just…talk. I’ve missed you both.”
She smiles, unmoving and quiet. I can feel she has lots to say, but obviously not in front of Spence. “Come here you big lug and give me a squeeze.”
It’s one of those big family hugs, where the warmth simply exasperates any ill will in your heart and flips it into a moment, one of peace and earthly silence. I have never been up a mountain, but if I were to guess, this feeling would be it at the top of the icy peaks. Her bug mama bear arms, coupled with the smell of castor oil in Spence’s hair, and the weird taste of man-scape in my mouth feels like family. I didn’t get enough time to shower and get ready, so Spencer is still inside of me, so to speak.
“Spence, would you mind going to the bathroom for a bit? I think your zipper is showing,” says Henrietta. Her tone is bright and squeaky, but the bridge of her nose creased and her eyes wanting. She definitely has loads to unpack.
Spence rises and walks to the bathroom, rubbing his nose and walking without question towards the maple doors. “Oh, and while you’re in there, could you please show mommy the thing we practiced last night? I think she would love that, especially since we’re going to school.” As the lock turns and the door shuts behind him, so does Henrietta’s back. Towards me.
“Madam Jasmine…”
“Just Jasmine, Henrietta…how many times do we have to cover that base?”
She sighs, and places her arms at her hips. Her weight creaks the bed to life, and I doubt it’s heavier than the words he has to say. I follow her gaze and sit across her on the leathery sofa astride the wall. The tension is palpable.
“You had sex here. Last night. Am I right in thinking so?”
“How did you…”
“Jasmine…I’m older than I look, and I know the smell of passion when I sniff it.” Oddly enough, the corner of her lips curves upwards. She’s smirking at the childish clinch I’m making at the base of my bathrobe. Jeez, it’s like I’m back in high school again, but with Serena. It’s just like yesterday, that memory of her giving me the talk…
Spencer had slept off in his room after the mind-blowing suck I had just gifted him, and it was way past midnight. I was by the fridge in the glowing green light, naked and in his shirt, sipping on some OJ to get me going. Energy was well spent you know?
“So…long night?”
Boom! There she was, hours early from her shift, all messed up and baggy-eyed. But there was no mistaking it, she had heard it all. The ash tray was too full to have been filled in a few minutes. What followed was the longest and most beautiful talks I have ever had with any woman I would call a mother figure. Contraception, sex positions, and even long term relationship advice. We had it all, sipping through the crack hours of the night as we laughed and joked. It’s one of the memories I keep till today, untarnished and unchecked. On the day we moved, and even before I had gotten married to Carl, I wished I would have seen her more. But times change I suppose, and so must we all.
Henrietta calmly places her hand on mine. She’s moved from the bed and flown to mine.
“I’m actually glad you had some Jasmine. My one concern is how this will come back to affect you.”
I seem confused. And this she sees.
“Look…when my husband died all that time ago, I almost always miss him. Of course he was a self-righteous bastard when his ego let him, but through all that he still made time to show me how much he would save for us. With you, all these years I have known you; I have seen you go through things the devil would not dare to. I would say that if there is a God, then he would have to sit down before you and truly apologize. This is no Holocaust, but by far in my life time you are the strongest I have seen embodied in a woman.
You have kept your promises to yourself and raised this boy from all that. You see him? How good he will be? Sure, he needs a little time in the real world, but there will be time for that. Right now, what worries me truly, is how having sex with his father after the man he’s known as a father figure was just found in the house murdered. How do you think that will blow back…?”
The bathroom door flings open, and a bunny eyed Spence walks through. His hair is the neatest little curve I have ever seen. He’s taken his time with a comb for sure. Oh, my heart…
“Aaaaaaw…aren’t you the cutest little young man?” I rush towards him and throw my kisses onto his face. He puckers up and cringes.
“Oh come on now, this is mommy who’s appreciating you now. Ha-ha, Henrietta, is this what you guys have been up to all this time since yesterday? You’ve been teaching him how to dress up and look all dapper?”
She beams and nods. Oh this…this is family. Right here and right now. My son with his shirt tucked in perfectly, his pants neatly pressed across his shins and nose clean, lining with his well combed hair, Henrietta, in the middle of the room, beaming happily at us both, proud of what
is before her but muddled with concern, and me, in a bathrobe with the daftest of cum breaths in the world, dressed for sleep but in the mood for a hug.
“Mommy…I can’t breathe too well…”
“Oh…sorry love. You just look so much like…a grown man.”
Henrietta shifts.
“Thanks mommy. I should umm…go to school now.”
I sense his heart beat rushing through at the mention of the place. His history with the kids there is…
“You know they’re just trying to be nice right? They’re just shy.”
“But last week Ben with the stuffy nose kicked my lunch box outside into the sun. Is being nice so hard?”
I really sympathize with my son, but even without looking I can tell the silent stare from Henrietta. She’s always been against my mollycoddling with him. It makes him go too soft, she always reminds.
The fluffy feel of his sweater keeps me from crying out. This is what it must mean to be a parent too; letting your children go into the world and hope they will be alright without you as their shield.
“Henrietta will take you there. Listen to what she says okay?”
“I will mommy.”
He stops by the door, and looks back. I’m starting to think it’s a thing with all the people in my life; standing by the door and turning back before dropping heavy news on me. In hindsight I’ve always prayed for it to end with Spencer the first time he did it, but…life, eh?
“What’s wrong mommy? Are you okay?”
“Why would you think something’s wrong Gummy Bear?” I ask, staring at him with my hands by my hips.
“My teacher said something about…”
“Young miho, grab my hand. We’re leaving now,” smacks Henrietta. But I need to set this right.
“Baby,” I start, having walked through the icy feel of his nanny’s stare and down to one knee, “I’m really sorry for what’s happening in our lives right now okay? If there was something I could do, I would…but for now, until all this cat and mouse games with the authorities stop and everything works out, I’ll need you to stay with Henrietta and enjoy your school work okay? You can still visit me here after school Gummy, okay?”
His eyes, a mash of my color and his father’s spirit, look back at me with hope. I pray silently never to break that hope.
“Okay mommy. But you’ll have to do something for me too,” he starts while holding onto my shoulders like a father would to his son, or a coach to his failing quarterback. It’s new of course, but an odd kind of new.
“What is that sweetie?” I say, smiling at him, waiting for this infinite and unparalleled wisdom from his growing mind.
“Be brave.”
With those words and the smell of the wind in his feet, he and Henrietta leave. The room is full of its own silence, and mine is of a different kind. It weighs in heavily. I step into the shower, slipping my bath robe off and letting it fall to the floor. As the water hits, it tickles the skin it kisses. I reminisce what was and what could be, with my finger playing around with the folds of skin down below. God it feels good. He fucked my pain away, just like he always did before.
I love the man. I know we have our time, our fears, and our doubts to profess later on, but I know I love the man. Seeing him love me like that, with his entire spark, digging into me with his tongue as his fingers wrapped around my rose bud, tickling the insides and out that are only sacred to me…that birthed something new. We made love, and the scary thing, that’s scary good, but scary still, is how raw it all was. It’s almost like it was no time was lost, but all of it. Neither of us had had sex with another; I can tell. No man churns out buckets of cum like that in one night.
If only we could have this together, every night for the rest of our lives, If only my life wasn’t a mess as is now, and Carl becomes a forgotten memory in our lives, and more so in Spence’s. I see it now, Spencer playing with his son in our back yard far away from here, rubbing the puppy’s belly and feeding me with grapes. I know; selfish, but a mother in love with her lost heart tends to go so far.
The door is heavy with the presence of another. Three loud knocks pound it.
I quickly dry away the juice running down my leg and dry my warm body. I hope beyond hope it’s him, taking a break from work and here to finish what we started. Half-heartedly, I really want to open the door naked, but there seems to be no purpose to scare the bellboys or maids. Maybe not yet…
“Hello Mrs. Glenn-Turner,’ the snarky undertone of Blake Young kills the mood I was so eagerly festering. He’s still in the same coat as yesterday’s, and his chin reeks of cologne; the burgundy kind. The color of his shirt is surprisingly white, and his pants speak boldly of his sense of style; deathly but plain. I wonder why he’s here, but I guess he’s not one for subtlety.
“Officer Young…we meet again.”
“It was bound to happen, no? You are in custody of…”
“I’m not in custody. You haven’t found anything linking me to the murder of my husband, and as you so daftly put it, there is no murder weapon,” I defend. The tension between us is warm, and the timid and freckle-faced young man passing by with his arms full of towels smells it even before he tries to utter the cheery ‘hello’ I could see his mouth begin and stop at.
“Well, you see Mrs. Glenn-Turner…boy that’s a mouth full. Can I call you Jasmine for the sake of my tongue and breathe?” his right hand is on the door frame, and his left is defiantly stuck inside his pants. I don’t know his angle, but from his posture, there is no way I’m letting him in the way I’m dressed.
“Sure…Jasmine is fine,’ I say.
“Aren’t you going to let me in? The front desk was a little pushy on calling you to tell you I was coming, but I guess the badge hushes that kind of impatience.”
I guess I can see how Spencer gets along with him. Cockiness goes around fast these days.
“No officer. We can have this conversation right here. The room is a bit messy. I’m a lazy sleeper.”
“Ah, I see. Lazy sleeper. Is that lavender perfume you’re wearing?”
“Excuse me?”
“Just asking Jasmine…it’s a really sweet smell.”
I take my reservations and dodge the bullet I know is coming.
“No it’s not. It’s just the wall smell.”
“Wall smell? Ha-ha…alright then,” his eyes are completely oblivious of the action his lips are doing. Ever seen a picture of one of the world wars, with one in which a soldier is smiling for sure, but his eyes are completely devoid of emotion? Creepy to think about, I know, but imagine seeing that first hand. This is no cordial visit.
“Why are you here Blake?” I ask, crossing my arms. I don’t know why, but it makes me feel much safer.
“We found the murder weapon Jasmine, and you want to know what sweetens the pot?” he asks. Man I can swear he has the devilish grin, and it spooks the fuck out of me. This guy was destined to be a cop for sure. Those Batman eyes…
“What?” I ask, holding in the ball of spit that’s mildly choking me down my windpipe. I can guess, so can anyone with proper grey matter between their ears.
“It has your fingerprints on it. Shocking isn’t it?” I know sarcasm when I see it, and in this case it’s come to gloat. Must be the bright young morning he was expecting to have. I measure my silence equally, and give it a while before saying anything that could land me in jail.
“That is damning evidence, but I stand by my words. I did not kill my husband. I swear I didn’t.”
‘Oh don’t worry, that’s what they all say. Would you like a Bible with that? Or are you a Quran kinda chick? Maybe a science book? Lady, you’re damned now, and the law will officially nest its arm around that lie of yours soon enough.”
“Where’s Officer Spencer? Where was he when you uncovered this ‘evidence’?” I ask, sweating just slightly by the small of my ass.
“Oh, my guy! He was a bit off today. For the first time in the department’s history, he was l
ate. ‘A personal errand’ he called it. Well, I know when anyone’s lying, and especially cops like him who have something to hide.”
“What are you saying? You don’t trust your own partner?” I ask.
“It’s not him I don’t trust. It’s whatever the hell is going on between the two of you.”
“I’m sorry, what?” I spurt. This shouldn’t be good for Spencer at all. Playing the fool might be to my advantage, and in this case, to his. “You think something’s going in between me and your partner? What did you add to your morning coffee?”
“Look here Jasmine. We’re not kids in this playground. You know as well as I do that yesterday’s last interrogation with you was child’s play. There is now way a cop as good as Spencer would waste time juggling around what we’ve already established. And the way you snapped at him…”
“What? So a man is supposed to act like an ass in front of a lady and not get an ass whopping? Is that how your mother raised you officer?”
“No,” he replies, “but she did raise me. What about yours Jasmine?”
Low blow man. But well played.
“So,” he reconvenes, “I would advise you to keep away from seeing your arresting officer cum escort. There is definitely something going on between the two of you, and I don’t think I have the time to waste figuring it out. You’ll make a mistake; that much I’m sure of. And when you do, I’ll be there waiting with the handcuffs.”
He struts around the hallway across my door, and then licks his lips in victory. I shouldn’t say any other word, lest I get something wrong and make him get in trouble.
“It would be wise to stay away from people for now Mrs. Glenn-Turner. Once we get to the bottom of this, maybe you can get to talking to us about getting your son to interview with one of our…”
“No! No one’s touching my boy! You got that?” Fire…fire…needs to calm down…
He chuckles and raises his arms up defensively. “Okay Jasmine. Okay…I was just mentioning it. But for now, I’ll have Spencer relieved of his care over your custody. For his own sake, of course.”
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