“I do. But thanks for the offer. I’m going to go check on her.” They left and he headed upstairs to lie down beside his sleeping wife.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Three weeks later, Addison woke and looked over at her husband. She sighed when she saw his dark circles beneath his eyes and she noted that he’d lost some weight also. She moved and when he didn’t even move from his deep sleep she slowly rose, gathered some clothes and left their bedroom. An hour later, she was in the kitchen, and after making a decision picked up the phone and dialed.
“Yo, bro, what’s up?” Greaser answered.
“Um, it me.”
“Ad? Are you okay? Where’s Abe?” Greaser looked at his girlfriend, Detective Lydia in shock. She also wore a shocked expression.
“He’s sleeping. I don’t want to disturb him. Could I ask a huge favor of you, Greaser?”
“Absolutely. What do you need?”
“Remember when we’d order from that restaurant before a game? Could you do that for me?”
“Everything?” Greaser grinned at Lydia. He had put the phone on speaker and she frowned at the request. But was reassured by his grin.
“Everything.”
“Medium? Root? Cheese?”
“Mild, yes, and extra. Oh, and extra on the bleu too, not that shit pussies use. I’ll pay you when you get here, just come in the back to the kitchen. Do not ring the bell. Lincoln’s finally sleeping and I don’t want to disturb him.”
“Can I bring my girlfriend with me?”
“Yes, you have a girlfriend? It’s about time, I’d love to meet her.”
“See you in forty-five minutes to an hour then. And Ad.”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks for trusting me enough to call me with this.”
“I thought you’d understand.” She giggled. “And Greaser? Hurry, I’m hungry.” She hung up on his deep belly laugh.
An hour later Greaser walked in the back door of the Murphy’s home and without knocking he let himself in and saw Addison Murphy sitting there drumming her fingers impatiently.
“About damn time,” she said, and held out her hands and wiggled her fingers in a gimme motion. “I’m about starved half to death. I’m nothing but skin and bones waiting for you to get here with the food.” She watched as Greaser set four bags on the island and the woman behind him set four more beside them.
“I know you,” Addison said.
“Yes, I’m Detective Lydia Walsh. We met the day I borrowed your phone.”
“Oh. Welcome to my home. Please, forgive me for what you’re about to witness. I make no excuses.”
“Eric’s been telling me about your illness, this is a good thing to witness.” She began unloading the take-out containers, and once they were all on the table, Greaser began opening them to show her their contents.
“Oh my god. I’m in love,” Addison said, and reached for a gooey mozzarella stick. No one saw Greaser pull a pad of paper and write down everything that she ate. “Join me. We all know I can’t eat all this, but please help yourself.” She waved her hand at all the food on the counter to encourage them to eat with her.
Greaser only got a roll of paper towels for them and they pulled up chairs and joined her.
Lincoln woke from a deep sleep and the first thing he did was look over at Addison. He quickly sat up when she wasn’t in the bed beside him. He rushed to the bathroom and didn’t find her there. That caused him to check all the rooms upstairs. Halfwaydown the stairs he heard laughing, and talking coming from his kitchen. He rushed forward and stopped dead at the sight before him. Sitting at the kitchen island was Addison, Greaser and a woman that looked familiar. But what shocked him most, was all the take-out containers that littered the counter.
“What’s going on?” he demanded from his position in the doorway.
“Lincoln. Come join us.” Addison held out her hand and he stared at the chicken wing that she beckoned him forward with.
