There were little things here and there; pictures, books, paintings that suggested some importance, but except for a picture of Cooper, in uniform and standing somewhere dry and dusty, nothing that had any impact on me.The ground floor of the house was made up mostly of a huge living room that was faced by the huge picture window we'd seen from outside, a large kitchen with a huge walk in pantry, stainless steel professional grade appliances, a library/study/office that was quite a bit larger than I expected. This was not a converted bedroom, it was too big. There was a downstairs bedroom towards the back of the house. A mudroom connected to a huge, long garage that looked more like a converted horse barn or stable than a garage with a large work area at the back. The garage was empty of course. Across the hall from the mudroom was a door that led to the basement.The second floor was two bedrooms and a sitting room that looked as if it had been used as a second office. Based on the. I could feel my heart rate quicken, and I asked her, ‘Alice, I want you to tell me the truth. Are all the bruises you have all the time from your husband?’ I knew the answer. I kept my hand on my wheel, and my eye straight forward, and tried to brace myself from the rage that was building inside of me, as she said, ‘Yes. Frank beats me.’ My blood began to boil, my fists tightened on the steering wheel till my knuckles were white. My shoulders tightened as I drew in a deep breath. I closed my eyes tight, and exhaled. And through greeted teeth I ask, ‘Is there anything I can do to make it better?’ And slowly re-opened my eyes, and turned my head to look her deep in her eyes as she removed her sunglasses to reveal a busted lip, and a black eye. And she said, ‘Honey, you should make him go away.’ And she kissed me, while I lowered my seat, and she crawled on top of me. We’d always fuck in my car. I’d drive around for the next week smelling her sweet perfume, and her own lust. You know.
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