Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 102781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Sniff-sniff
Thump-thump.
Lying on a bare mattress, using a pillow with no case, I still fucking smelled her. It couldn’t even be physically possible. But her scent hadn’t dimmed one bit. I beat the pillow with my fist to fluff it up.
Thump-thump.
Eventually, I got out of bed and searched the goddamn room. She had to have left a bottle of perfume somewhere. I pulled everything out of the nightstands, took a whiff of the bottle of odorless lube, and checked under the bed.
No damn perfume.
Sniff-sniff
Thump-thump.
***
The next morning, my ass dragged. At least it was Saturday so I didn’t have to go in to the office. Although I would have preferred that to the thought of talking to Lucas today. I had to be a sadist, or was it a masochist? I always confused those two. Regardless of what you called it, the timing seemed to be a fucked-up coincidence. I was about to hurt the two people in my life I actually gave a shit about.
Fanny met me at the door with a scowl. I couldn’t have been more thrilled when she said nothing, slammed the door in my face, and screamed upstairs in her usual friendly manner.
Lucas was his normal, happy-go-lucky self. He walked out, and we did our customary handshake.
Then his nose scrunched up as he looked at me. “Are you sick or something?”
“No. Why do you say that?”
He hopped down the two steps of the porch in one giant leap. “You look like crud. And you showed up at the house in the middle of the night the other day, and you didn’t sound so good.”
“Yeah. Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to wake you up.”
He shrugged. “Grandma said you wanted to talk to me about something.”
I took a deep breath and let it out. “Yeah. We have to talk for a little while today.”
After we loaded into my car and buckled, Lucas turned to check out the backseat. “No fishing rods?”
I shook my head. “Not today, buddy. I want to take you somewhere.”
He frowned. “Okay.”
During the drive over to the boat harbor, I attempted to make small talk, but it all felt forced. My palms started to sweat as I parked. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to talk to him about his mother after all. He was still pretty young. Fanny probably had a price to keep her mouth shut. It might take the contents of my bank account, but at the moment, it seemed like a good investment. Putting it off would be best for Lucas—he’s still too young.
Just as that thought crossed my mind, Lucas stretched his arms over his head in a giant yawn. His armpits were covered in hair.
Yeah. Nice try. This was a discussion he’d probably deserved to have years ago, but I’d been too selfish.
We pulled into the parking lot, and Lucas looked out the window at the Bay and nearby jetty. A few people were fishing off the rocks.
“Where are we?” he asked. “Why didn’t we bring a pole?”
“Because today is about listening. Come on, I want to show you some place.”
We walked down the jetty. As we approached our destination, I started to hear the sound and smiled.
“You hear that noise?” I asked.
“Yeah. What is it?”
“It’s called the Wave Organ. This was your mom’s favorite place to go when we were teenagers. She used to drag me here all the time.”
The Wave Organ was a wave-activated acoustic sculpture located along the Bay. Made mostly from the rubble of a demolished cemetery, it looked more like ancient ruins than an art and music exhibit. Twenty-something PVC and concrete organ pipes were located throughout the carved granite and marble pieces, creating sound that came from the water movement beneath.
Lucas and I took a seat on broken rocks across from each other and listened to the subtle sounds.
“It’s not really music.” His face wrinkled up.
I smiled. “That’s what I used to tell your mother. But she told me I didn’t listen well enough.”
Lucas concentrated for a minute, trying to hear something other than the sound holding a seashell up to your ear made. He shrugged. “It’s okay. Would be better with a fishing pole.”
I agreed with his sentiment.
I’d always been a spit it out, say what’s on your mind kinda guy, but I couldn’t figure out how to dive into the conversation I’d brought him here to have. Apparently, Lucas knew something was on my mind.
He picked up a small rock and tossed it into the water. “Are we gonna have the birds-and-the-bees talk or something?”
I chuckled. “I wasn’t planning on it today. But if you want to, we can.”
“Tommy McKinley already told me all about stuff like that.”
“Is Tommy the pimply kid who smells like a hamster that we took to the movies a few months ago? The one who tied his own shoelaces together and fell over.”