I consider burying the body underneath the freshly planted dahlias in the garden. But I can’t bear the thought of this fucker resting for all of eternity in my mother’s beautiful garden.I could burn him?That would probably be best. I settle on burning his remains and burying them deep in the woods. After rinsing off my blade in the sink, I grab a shovel and a book of matches to get to work.
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Two hours later, I’m back in the potting shed. I heave out a breath, exhausted from the night’s escapades. After thoroughly washing my hands in the utility sink, I grab a bottle of water and chug it all down in one gulp. Pulling out my phone, I see that it’s nearly a quarter after two in the morning.Shit.
But, having a feeling that she is still awake, I decide to text Katherine anyway.
Me
You up?
I wait a few long moments before I see the three dots appear.
Kat
You did not just seriously text me that.
Question answered.
Me
And how are you this evening, Doc?
Kat
You mean how am I this morning.
Me
True. How are you?
Kat
I’m ok. Made a late dinner and now in bed, reading my new book.
She sends a picture of the first edition Austen I gifted her, clasped tight in her hand. Her knees are drawn up and I can see the lush comforter and black satin sheets of her bed beneath the book. I grin like a fucking schoolboy.
Me
That’s hot, baby.
Kat
What are you up to so late?
Well, that’s a rather complicated question, isn't it?I think.
Me
Just finished taking care of some business.
Kat
Well that’s vague as all hell.
Alright, baby, you asked for it.
Me
