“Oh, I know, sorry! I told her she could see the house. She wants to see what I married into. Come on Michelle, she is our mom and besides she is better now that she has Paul and his money. If you didn’t know her from the past you’d almost think she was ok ... sort of,” she grinned. “Please be nice.”
Michelle gave Sherine a disgusted look and shook her head, “Those pills you conned the doctors into giving you must be working overtime. Otherwise you would be the one I would have to hold back from killing Mom!”
“Yeah, I know, they’re pretty sweet! Michelle relax, she will only be here for a few minutes.”
“Well I wish you’d give me some!” Michelle said as she stomped over to the door, “Okay, I’ll answer the door and let her in, but if she starts talking like she is perfect and we need to find God or anything I may have to kill her myself.”
Michelle opened the door and as expected, there is Evon, dressed like she’s worth a million bucks. Michelle looked at her and said, “Mom what are you dressed for, a party?”
Evon laughed as she stepped through Sherine’s ten foot tall front door. She walked in a bit further and turned around slowly, “Wow … Sherine, Joe sure has a castle. I mean … well, damn! This is way beyond what I thought when you told me.”
Sherine smiled and touched the wall next to her possessively. She rubbed it slightly and said, “Mom, you mean, what we have. And I love him and he loves me!”
“We?” Evon says. …
“Yea Mom, did you frget? I’m married, I have a marriage certificate that says, you know … fifty-fifty.”
Evon looked at Sherine and said, “Come on Sherine. Wise up. With Florida law, you have to be with him for a while before you get fifty percent.”
Sherine was too happy and too proud to rise to the bait, “Mom, you taught me well. Do you think the biggest lawyer in Central Florida wants his pretty little lady screaming negative things to the press and them digging in his life? And I keep telling you, I love him.
“I actually have times when I am happy now, … finally.” She got serious, “So don’t start Mom! Please stop being yourself and stop trying to ruin it for me again. It may not be fifty-fifty yet, but it sure will be … millions! I can easily tie him up for a while and get a bunch.” She stopped herself and stood tall. “Besides, I do not need to think that way now. He and I are perfect for each other.
“He loves me and I want to love him. I am not doing what you taught me to do all those years! Because I don’t have to! Can’t you just be happy for me?”
Evon looked at Sherine scrupulously, “and you are saying Please now. How nice.” She continued in her very sweet and innocent voice, “Why Sherine, what are you talking about? I taught you to be a good church going young lady. I have no idea what you are talking about. And I am happy for you!”
“Mom, you know what the hell I mean ... ” “Did I strike a cord”? “Oh, Sherine, you need to get over Smitty!” Evon interrupted. “That was years ago.”
Michelle jumped up knocking over her drink on the marble coffee table. She got in Sherine’s face and said, “See, I told you that she would come here with her holier-than-thou attitude and act as if she’s perfect, … like she never did anything wrong!”
Evon quickly picked up the spilled glass. “Now Michelle you need to understand that I did not know … ”
Michelle screamed, “Know what, Mom? That he was crazy in every way possible and that he was dangerous and might have killed us at any moment. Talk about an emotional roller coaster. What about after we heard what he had done. Did that make any difference to you? No. You pretended everything was perfect.”
Silence fell on the room as all three glared at each other. Evon looked at them both, “Now girls, let’s please move on from this. That was so long ago. It is time for you both to grow up.”
Sherine sighed. This was too much, even for her drug mellowed mood, “Mom I grew up living with a killer that you made me love and fear when I was too young to know what was happening. I grew up scared and full of hate. I have wanted revenge my whole life, but now I only want Joe.” She slumped down on the couch and wrapped her arms around a pillow.
Evon said, “And you’ve got him honey! I like Joe. I do feel sorry for the loveable sap, but I do like him …, God, if he only knew … ”
This was too much. Sherine cut in and said, “Knew what, Mom? That my mom brought home a killer and told us he was our new loving father and that we all lived in fear mixed with a sparse amount of love for years so you could pretend we had a normal life? And what about the money? We went through all of that only to find that he had taken every penny we would ever have, every.”
“No, I was going to say, that if he knew his wife is a bipolar drug addict.” Evon smiled as if Sherine and Michelle were praising her for all the good things she had done all their lives.
Sherine stared at Evon, incredulous “Come on Mom, anything else to say? You’ve never been one to hold back, … unless you had something to gain!”
“Yeah, I see you are drinking already, what is it noon? Good girls, you made it all the way till noon.”
“Mom shut up or get out. I will do exactly what I want now. I don’t care what you say or think. It is finally my time to do what I want and if I want to get smashed at noon I will. If I want to tease the pool guy I will!” She lowered her voice and stared straight at Evon and threatened, “And if I want to really play with your emotions like you have done to me for years I will. So where is Paul?”
Evon stood up and grabbed the empty glass, threatening, “You stay away from him! He’s mine and he thinks you are a sweet young lady and I want it to stay that way!” She looked at the glass in her hand, surprised. She regained her composure and set it back on the table. “yup, he is yours. Smitty was yours too, not ours, but yours.”
Sherine laughed, “Mom, if I didn’t care so much about Joe I'd be sure Paul knows how you smile and take and take. I shared you with that killer-devil my entire life. I am still sharing my life with you and the devil and I am not able to do anything about it. But now we are loose ends. You know. The calls keep coming.”
Evon looked sadly at Sherine and said, “I thought I taught you better. I tried to ... ”
“Mom you taught us to get what we can, take what we can and move on. Sound familiar? And we are all still paying for your greed.”
“Come on Sherine, I didn’t know, I DID-NOT-KNOW!” “Know what? That he was a killer, mentally and physically, almost like you, except as far as I know you have not killed anyone. He got what he wanted and we are lucky he did not kill us all.”
Sherine screamed, “You are still in denial. Why did you come back into our lives? You should have stayed where ever you were and not come back.”
“And you Sherine, you need to grow up, you are a grown lady. Grow up and move on.”
“Is that all you can ever say? I am tired of hearing that I should move on. I have moved on! But I will get even some day with you and that monster before he kills us all.”
“Sherine, stop it, stop!” Evon stepped toward her and wrapped her arms around her. Sherine fought but was too sedated. She tucked her head into Evon's chest and sobbed.
Michelle screamed, “I have had enough. I’m going to meet Spinner at his house, screw him and see if he has anything to say that I want to hear … like maybe he has a fucking job!”
“Michelle you have to stay away from him. He is not worth anything and will only cause you problems.” Evon stood back up.
Michelle turned and pointed her finger at her mother, “He saved me from the devil and you had better shut up and drop the subject.” She, turned to Sherine and asked, “Where’s that vodka, I want a couple shots before I leave.”
“Me too,” Sherine said “And I want to go with you to see Spinner.” She turned serenely to Evon and said, “Mom it’s time for you to leave.”
Evon looked aghast, but she huffed and picked up her purse and walked toward the door. She opened it slightly and pa
used for a moment as if she wanted to say something else. She banged her head a couple times softly on the door frame. She started to open her mouth but Sherine said, “Just leave for now Mom. We will call you. Maybe we can go to lunch someday soon.”
Her shoulders slumped and she sighed deeply but she stepped out. Sherine walked over and closed the door. She looked at Michelle and started to bite her arm just above her bicep. She bit hard and this time she punctured the skin deeply. Michelle shook her head and grabbed her. “Sherine, knock that shit off! You are fucking crazy! I’m beginning to believe that you will kill Smitty someday … if you ever get the chance!”
Sherine spit out the blood from her mouth and said, “I will torture him slowly first, and then kill him, just like he has done to me all these years.” She licked a drop of blood from the corner of her mouth.
Michelle looked at Sherine and said, “Look, I told you that Mom is a witch and will do nothing but destroy you and I … and Joe … and everything else she fucking touches!”
“Yeah, you are right.” She said looking at her arm and wondering how that happened. “OK, let’s go and see Spinner. Get me a paper towel will ya please?” She looked again at the blood on her arm and said, “Maybe we can have one last good time again with him and that may make me happy. Joe will not be home for four or five hours.”
Michelle grabbed the paper towels and the gin bottle out of the kitchen as Sherine dug through her purse to be sure she had her medication. She looked at Michelle and said, “I’m not sure about the three of us now that I have Joe.” She then took a deep breath, pulled out a bottle from her purse. She smiled and said, “Oxycontin, good stuff.”
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An hour later they pulled up in front of Spinner’s house. Michelle looked at Sherine and said, “This sure brings back memories.”
Michelle aped, “Do ya think?”
Sherine chewed on an OxyContin as she said she would with a smile, “I remember waking up between you two many times and loving it. OK, this will be the last time. So what do you think? Agreed? One last time for the road?”
Michelle leaned over and gave Sherine a long hug and said, “sounds good to me baby.”
Michelle knocked on the door and Spinner answered a minute later. “Oh shit, look who's here, the Bobbsey twins. What do you two bitches want?”
“What do you think we want? We came to play.” Michelle said and playfully poked him in the ribs.
“Re-he-he-eally.” he said with a smile. “Well then, come right in.” He hesitated a second, then warned, “Hey, no funny stuff though ... , I mean you’re not here to cause me trouble, right?”
“No way babe,” Michelle said. “I'm over that. We missed you and wanted to see if you were okay.”
“Ah, so you missed me huh? I can understand that,” He laughed.
Michelle smiled up into his eyes. She brushed his long hair back behind his ear letting her hand trail slowly down his chest to his belt buckle.“So, let’s get in a pile and see what happens.”
Spinner looked down at her hand and sucked in his gut, “Cool,” he said, taking her hand. “Come on in then,” and he led them inside.
They entered and Michelle looked around and said, “It sure looks like you miss me here. The place stinks. There’s shit everywhere and what in the hell is that?”
“What?” he asked as the three walked towards the bedroom. Spinner turned to look at what she was pointing at. “Oh, that. That’s just part of a transmission from Dirt Bag’s bike.”
“Damn Spinner,” Michelle said, that is disgusting. You’re lucky the landlord never comes around. That grease is ruining the whole table and floor.”
Spinner smile and shrugged, “Fuck it. What do I care? It’s not my house.”
Sherine grabbed Michelle’s hand and pulled her back. She whispered, “Hey, how about a repeat tonight with Joe? You know he’s about ready for us. I've hinted many times and you see the way he looks at you when you are by the pool”
“Yea, like a dog in heat.”
“A threesome Michi, it may just persuade him to agree to let you move in.”
Michelle smiled. “Sounds like a good idea to me. This could be a great day after all.”
A couple hours later they were driving back to Sherine’s new house. Sherine told Michelle that her headaches were getting worse since she left the hospital, “Sometimes they’re just unbearable,” she complained. “I need to get more meds because I’m chewing them at night when I’m drinking. I barely have enough to take during the day for the headaches. That’s why I haven’t been sharing them.” And then she laughed as she pulled one out and chewed it.
“Well fuck Sherine, we’ll figure out where to get more,” Michelle said. “I really need one; I’ve got PMS like terrible! Please Sher, give me one. We’ll find more!”
Sherine reached into her purse and opened the bag. She reluctantly gave an 80mg OxyContin to Michelle. Michelle smiled too and asked, “What about Joe?”
“What do you mean? ‘About Joe’ what?”
“What does he say about you drinking and taking the meds together?”
“Oh, he doesn’t know. Remember, he thinks I don't drink, smoke or take any drugs. He thinks I only take my prescription medication as prescribed for my headaches. He knows I see the doctor for my headaches, so he doesn’t pay too much attention. He is too busy working and making money to pay attention to what I do when we are not sitting next to each other. He's a typical male; as long as he has great sex, good food and my attention for an hour each night, he’s happy.”
“Very cool,” Michelle said. “Well, let’s party then,” and she popped the little brown pill in her mouth and swallowed it without chewing.
Sherine closed her eyes and rubbed her temples with both hands. “You mean let's get blown away.” She reached back in her purse and took out another OxyContin and threw it in her mouth. She gave it a few quick chews and drank the last of the gin they had taken from Spinner’s house. She shook her head and puckered her face, then screamed out the window of the car for all the world to hear, “It’s been a great day, let’s party!!!” She brought her head back into the car and asked Michelle, “Hey Michelle, what, do you think? Do you think you can drive?”
Michelle looked perplexed and said, “Why do you say that?”
“Because you’re all over the road!”she laughed.
“Oh damn, this shit really hits you fast!”
“I know,” Sherine said, still giggling. “That’s why I chew them with a few shots; instantly I am blown away. I hope we make it back alive.” They both laughed.
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Somehow they made it home and as they stumbled into the house, Sherine told Michelle her head hurt and that she wanted to lie down on the couch for a while. “What time is it anyway,” she asked.
“I don´t know.” Michelle said and plopped down on the over-stuffed chair across from the couch. “I think it’s a little past five. I’ll wake you when Joe arrives.”
Twenty minutes later Sherine was woken by Joe. She looked at him blurry eyed and asked “What are you doing home?”
He stiffened, “Uh, I live here, remember? What are you doing? You look drunk.”
“I am.” she admitted.
“You are? In the early evening? You don't even drink. What is going on, Sher?”
“I did today.”
“I can see that.”
“Yep.” she giggled. “Sure did.”
“Sherine you are not making any sense.”
Sherine put on a big grin and said, “I have a present for you, baby, and I want you to see it.”
“See what?” Joe asked hesitantly. He looked around the room for a clue.
She looked at him and said, “A present, yeah a present.”
“Come on Sherine, you’re wasted and I don't know what you are talking about. I don’t like this!”
“Hey Joe,” she continued as she flopped back down on the couch pillow. “I have a present for you.” Her words were slopp
y.
“Ok, ok, I get it! You have a present for me. What is it?” He held her hand and rubbed it vigorously trying to revive her a bit.
“It's, it’s, it’s, us!” She giggled again, barely getting the words out of her mouth.
“What do you mean ‘us’,” Joe asked.
Sherine stood and tripped. She barely caught herself on the arm of the couch.
Joe looked at her and shook his head. He leaned over and steadied her with a hand on her hip. Sherine grabbed his hand and pulled at him, but lost her balance again. She leaned into him to keep from falling, her arms resting on his shoulders.
“Come on Joe, help me.”
“Why Sherine?” the pain in his eyes went unseen by Sherine. “You’re too wasted for me.” He tried to unhook her arms from around his neck.
“I told you, Joe ... It's ush. It's us” she laughed. She pointed to the bedroom upstairs. “Come on Joe, help me baby.” She half way fell again, bumping into a small table. She turned and sat on the couch’s arm. “Shut up Joe. Just shut up Joe and follow me upstairs. I love you.”
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