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Black Sabbath

 

NOW…

 

After our shower, Andy and I approached Dan in the kitchen, each of us wearing a T-Shirt and shorts.  We passed through the great room, and I spotted a book – a photo album lying open on the coffee table.  It was new and seemed out of place.  We stopped briefly to look, flipping back the cover and revealing the first picture.

“What is this, Dan?”  There was a picture from our wedding, Andy and I cutting the cake – he in his tux and me in my mermaid dress.  I turned the page where I found a picture of the entire wedding party.  “Did Andy give you these?  I didn’t remember you getting copies.”

“Just a few copies from your photographer, Meg.  Most of those are Susan’s pictures.”

 

I flipped further.  There was picture after picture of the rehearsal, pictures of the rehearsal dinner…picture after picture of me and Dan.  There was me and Dan sitting together, me and Dan standing together, me and Dan laughing, me and Dan talking.  I had no idea there had been so many photo opportunities for just me and Dan.  I had no idea Susan was taking pictures of us.

“This is kind of weird,” Andy commented, taking the lead to flip through more pages.  I found it rather unnerving.  There were certainly other photos, but the large concentration of subject matter was me and Dan.  I quietly slipped into the kitchen as Andy continued to scour the album.

 

“What the hell is this shit, Dan?”  I was trying to keep my voice down and my back to my husband.

Dan dipped down to open the oven and check on the shish ka bobs.  “What do you mean?”

“You know very well what I mean.  That’s creepy as shit, those pictures of us together!  What was Susan doing?  What was she even thinking when she took those?  It’s like she was a stalker at the wedding focusing on the two of us, and there wasn’t even anything going on between us.  Why did she take those, and why did you put that album out for Andy to examine like some forensic murder analyst?”

“I just thought you’d be interested, Meg.”

“You’re full of shit, Dan.  You got pissed off about me and Andy in the shower, then you slapped that photographic psycho account of our wedding on the table to cause trouble.  I’ve never seen those pictures before in my life, and you decide to pull them out and pass them around with Andy here?”

 

“Susan had a crush on you.”

“What?  What did you say?”

“You heard me, Meg.  She was crushing on you at the wedding.  She was crushing at rehearsal.  I sat with you at her request, and you didn’t even notice her taking pictures.”

I looked at Dan in disbelief.  “You’re telling me that Susan was bi?  That she liked other women?”

“Yea, she did, and she does.  We didn’t act on it much when we were together, but I enjoyed accommodating her little fetish occasionally.  She couldn’t stop talking about you the night after rehearsal.  We had some great sex that night just fantasizing about sharing you.”

 

“What are you guys mumbling about in here?”  Andy had stumbled into the kitchen after completing his perusal of the album.  I nearly bumped my head on the top of the oven as I straightened myself from bending over talking to Dan.

“Dan and I were inspecting the shish ka bobs, trying to decide if they are done,” I lied.  “They smell good, don’t they?”

“Really good, I’d say.  What’s the deal with those goofy pictures, Dan.  Did you secretly marry Megan at my wedding?”

 

“It was a secret, Andy, but now you know.  We’re both married to the same bitch in this hell of reverse polygamy.”  Andy laughed, but I wasn’t particularly amused.  “Susan took those pictures, and I couldn’t begin to tell you why,” Dan continued.  "I thought you might give me some insight if you have any.  She left the album here when we split.  I’ve never looked through it until recently.”

“I didn’t see her taking pictures,” Andy responded as he reached for plates in the cabinet.  “Honestly, I don’t remember much about rehearsal or the wedding.  It’s like a big blur.  I had no idea you and Meg spent that kind of time together.”

“We didn’t,” I interrupted.  “All those pictures just make it seem like we did.  She must have been standing around clicking them off like a paparazzi.”

 

“Well, it doesn’t matter,” Dan concluded as he shuffled through silverware and handed out napkins.  “That girl was crazy as hell.  My life is much simpler without her.  She can have that asshole at the body shop, and maybe they’ll drive each other bat shit crazy.”

“She was hot as hell, though,” Andy said without thinking.  I saw the horror on his face as my eyes met his.

“Oh, you wanted a piece of that, did you?”  I asked.  I dropped my plate on the table with a loud clang.

“Let’s not fight, kids.  The girl’s not worth it.”  Dan handed me utensils with a smile that offered mischievous empathy and somehow reminded me that my jealousy was hypocritical.

 

“Did you finalize your divorce?”  Andy inquired.

 

The phone rang.  Dan held up his hand as if holding back traffic while he reached for his cell.  His expression suddenly changed for the worse.  “I’ll be there in a minute.”  Dan cut the call, replacing his phone in his pocket.  “That was my grandma’s neighbor.  She just found Grandma Aiken lying in a pool of blood on the floor.”

“What?”  I was mortified.

“Grandma Aiken.  She’s hurt bad,” he said.  Dan reached for his keys on the counter and headed for the door.  “I’ve got to get over there.”

“Go ahead,” Andy instructed.  “We will follow behind you.  Have they called the rescue?”

“They’re on the way,” Dan answered.  He slammed the door behind him and jumped in his truck, screeching down the cement drive.

 

*

 

By the time we reached Clara Aiken’s house, there were two sheriff deputies, a fire truck, and a rescue squad planted in the front yard – a sea of flashing lights quite incredibly uncommon for this little community.  I rushed through the front door, ushered by Dan, who collected my arm and essentially drug me into the kitchen.

Clara was unresponsive on the floor with two EMTs hovering over her, attaching chest pads to an automatic defibrillator.  The monitor blipped slowly with widely spaced peaks as the two men checked a blood pressure and felt for a pulse.

“She’s a nurse,” Dan explained, pulling me forward in an urgent introduction.  I noticed the blood pooled around Clara’s head.  She was lying on her back, and I couldn’t see an injury.

 

“We have agonal breathing,” one man reported as he assembled the bag and mask, then hooked it to oxygen.

 “Pulse is barely palpable at 30.  Systolic pressure undetectable,” the other EMT reported.  “We’re going to start compressions and we need a line.  Can you help?”

I bent over and rummaged through the tackle box of equipment, fishing out an IV catheter and a bag of normal saline.  The firemen and deputies stood circling the scene.  I had lost sight of Dan.  Andy was back at the doorway, keeping his distance.  I threaded the vascular access and hooked up the fluids, pumping the bag with my fist to maximize flow.

“We need a milligram of Epi and an amp of Atropine,” I announced, searching through the medications.  I managed to find both and push them sequentially.  There was little response on the monitor.  The automated blood pressure cuff showed a systolic of fifty.

 

“We got to hit it,” one of the EMTs announced.  A fireman rushed in with a Lucas compression device which they quickly strapped around Clara’s chest before pressing the button that set the thing off.  It pounded into her sternum like a mechanical fist, and her ribs began snapping like twigs.  They lifted her up on a gurney and rolled her out rapidly to the ambulance, leaving a pool of blood smeared across the floor. 

Dan raced out the door in hot pursuit and jumped in his truck, trailing behind the ambulance as it pulled from the drive.  Andy and I followed in short order, our caravan arriving at Baptist Memorial within a matter of minutes.  Dan sprinted into Emergency Waiting and was talking to the check-in nurse when I walked through the door.

“I was involved with resuscitation in the field,” I told her.  “If the doctor needs to see me, I can tell him what I know.”  The check-in nurse recognized me from working the ICU.  She phoned to the back, but no one was answering.  We all took a seat and waited.  Dan was a mess.

 

“What happened, Dan?”  I placed my hand on Dan’s knee and gave him a chance to catch his breath.

 

“Miss Ella said that she and grandma had just finished church service.  Grandma had invited Miss Ella to eat lunch at her house, and the two of them each went home to change clothes before getting back together.  When Miss Ella arrived at grandma’s house, she knocked on the door but got no answer.  The door was unlocked, so she let herself in.  She found grandma on the floor unconscious.  There was blood.  She was scared.  She thought there might have been an intruder.  She called 911 and ran out of the house to wait for help.”

“Oh, my Lord.”  I couldn’t believe that anyone would want to hurt Dan’s grandmother.  Clara Aiken was a pillar of the community and loved by everyone.  Ella was her next-door neighbor, though their houses were so far apart they were barely visible to one another.  That’s the way things are out in the country.

At about that moment, the same two deputies from Clara’s house arrived in the waiting room.  They walked over to discuss the events with Dan.

 

“We don’t believe your grandmother was attacked, Mr. Aiken.  There’s no sign of a struggle on the premises, no missing items or physical suggestion of burglary.  No forced entry.  It appears your grandmother fell and struck her head.  She must have passed out for some reason or maybe she lost her footing.”

Grandma Aiken was in her late 70’s.  She was in great condition for a woman her age, active and vibrant, physically fit.  Still, things happen to old people.  You just never know.  She had lost her husband six years earlier to a sudden heart attack.  He seemed equally healthy at the time.

Dan turned to me in silent wonder as if expecting me to have some explanation.  Almost simultaneously, a physician appeared at the registration desk and called out Dan’s name.  The two of them met in the midst of the waiting room, Dan shaking the doctor’s outstretched hand.

 

“I’m sorry, Mr. Aiken,” said the man in the white lab coat.  “I’m afraid she’s gone.”  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Submitted: July 15, 2021

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Missink31

Beautiful. Can't wait to read more

Thu, July 15th, 2021 3:57am

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Thank you, and thanks for reading!

Wed, July 14th, 2021 9:11pm

kalelthemith

Adding sad story lines is not in the brief DK.
So well written, as usual. You've got me hooked good girl.
No, I did not just call you a good girl.

Thu, July 15th, 2021 10:49am

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Is that you with angel wings? That's for sure a myth... (and the halo)
Thanks for reading this! There's some serious shit in this story if I ever get it down. I 'm so glad you like it.

Thu, July 15th, 2021 6:11pm

Trixie

Interesting plot directive, definitely did not expect any outside drama since everything has been between Andy, Meg and Dan from the beginning.
I’m guessing Dan had two motives with the photo album, he wanted to see if Andy would get jealous and he wanted to urge Meg to see them together. I wonder if what he said about his wife is true. If so, Meg is going to look back and reevaluate all the times she was with Susan and wonder if she missed something. Honestly I think Dan is in an unhealthy state of mind. His marriage was ruined so he sees no problem ruining Megs marriage so he can have her all to hisself. And it seems his friendship bond with Andy is seriously lacking, there’s more to that under the surface. I just get the vibe that Dan hasn’t liked Andy for a while but I’m curious if that started the night of the wedding or if he realized something since then. Great post! I like the bumb you’ve added, we’re going to see how well Meg takes care of Dan during his grief and as for grandma being injured, just because they see no forced entry doesn’t mean no foul play, someone could have been waiting for her to get home, and if she let them in willingly than it’s someone she knew and trusted. I’m going back to Susan on this one. But if nothing valuable was taken then what would have been the purpose? So maybe it was only an accident.

Thu, July 15th, 2021 11:47am

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Let me just say that in small town America, as you very well know, a lot of things go 'unsolved' and inadequately evaluated. Meanwhile, I love how you dig into this story and assess the characters as well as their motives. I love how you put this..."unhealthy state of mind". When you look at all the pieces to Dan's break up and how that went down, it kind of makes you wonder what he's up to. It's worth remembering that Andy has been away (out of state) in college for 4 yrs prior to marriage while Dan was still back home in Mississippi. Friendships can change due to distance.

I'm fascinated with your take on the album. Not something you would normally do, particularly if you're fucking a guy's wife. It's like spotlighting the issue in an off hand way, challenging fate. But Dan's done that before even more aggressively.

Your comments are great! I really love them!

Thu, July 15th, 2021 6:26pm

hjfurl

Such a Tragedy!

Thu, July 15th, 2021 11:48am

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Yea. Lots of issues. Thanks for reading, hj!

Thu, July 15th, 2021 6:29pm

VanillaEssence

Megan I loved that you have introduced ""you being stalked" by another woman known to you.
Most of what you write about with Andy and Dan is obviously a true enough account of the reality that you three share.

If you are genuinely being stalked by a woman who you know pretty well then watch out.
Susan will be more cunning and ruthless than any man.Your life may well be in danger Megan.

Nicely written and paced to suit the narrative as usual.

Fri, July 16th, 2021 4:41am

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You write an awesome review, sir!
And you're very intuitive about the direction this is going...

I love your comments, Vanilla!

Thu, July 15th, 2021 9:52pm

erotimatica

In some ways, I'm disappointed that there isn't more "action" in this chapter between the characters. But I suppose it's a nice break that makes the characters seem real. That only makes the story more erotic. I look forward to what comes next.

Fri, July 16th, 2021 3:58pm

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I get you. There will be action to come if I can find the time to write, but I do need to establish some context. Thanks for reading and commenting!

Fri, July 16th, 2021 1:18pm

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