This Day in History

Friday, May 22, 2009

Stinky Is Good In A Garden Of Lies

Agnes had been outside with Brad a little longer than he thought necessary, but he didn’t want to make a scene. He trusted her. He loved her. He’d hurt her. And that box still loomed over their heads with more damaging information.
Larry drained the rest of the wine from his glass and refilled it. “Mrs. Landau, this is great. Could simple folk like us get our hands on wine like this?”
“You can come to the house anytime you like for a glass or two.” She rubbed the top of his head as if he were her son. “How about that?”
He blushed, just as he’d always done when Mrs. Landau tousled his hair as a young boy.
“Alright boys and girls,” Ben stood in the doorway. “Let’s get started again. We don’t have much left.”
That was music to Dayna’s ears. She wanted to go home. Let ‘em find that stupid box, she thought. Just let me go home. But then she thought about the camera and the film and negatives that must’ve been in it. She pinched the bridge of her nose with her thumb and index finger. It was still too much to take in.
Xavier stood behind her and massaged her shoulders. He bent down and whispered in her ear. “No worries. Sit back, I’ll take care of everything.”

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