“We are. Given everything, we didn’t find it completely necessary to share,”I explained.
“What do you mean everything?” she snipped. “Are you talking about her little Onlysluts account? Or were you referring to the documentary where you just mysteriously showed up at?”
“Soleil,” Eisley spoke up. “We are at the funeral for our friend. The man you loved. I know you’re hurting right now, but this isn’t an appropriate place to be like this. How much have you had to drink?” She leaned into her friend to whisper the last part.
“You think I’m drunk? At least I’m not crazy.” the drunk woman shouted. “You need to leave. You weren’t Spencer’s little confidant like his mother claims. You were the other woman; he cheated on me with you for a year, and you shouldn’t show your face here. It’s disgusting.”
Eisley put her hands over her ears and clamped her eyes closed. “I don’t like that word.”
“Why not? It’s true. I know you’re not taking your meds. You know, this makes sense.” She waved a crooked finger between us. “You suddenly being married. Does he know?”
Know what?
Two men in suits came behind Soleil and reached for her arms. They apologized profusely and urged her back.Eisley put her hands up.
“It’s fine. We are all still grieving. If it’s okay, I’m going to sit in the back and not be a bother.”
They told us that we were invited to sit in the front with the family but Eisley politely declined, and we took seats in the back.Soleil was dragged up to the front, where Lorraine Foxworth glared at her every time she made a sound.
I zoned out during the sermons and speeches. I was genuinely surprised they held an open casket. I must not have done a messy enough job. After the family and friends paid their respects, we got in line to pay ours. We reached the body, and I stared down at it, wondering what he would have become if he’d been allowed to live.
A carbon copy of his daddy. A rich piece of shit that would use his money to abuse and hurt the community and cover up the crimes and other dark shit he was into.
I waited for Eisley to drag us away, and once we were off the stage, Lorraine found us and asked if we’d go to the cemetery.
“Only close friends and family are invited,” she added when Eisley began to protest.
Eisley had cried on and off throughout the service and was now struggling to keep it together. I cleared my throat and spoke for her.
“With all due respect, Mrs. Foxworth, I’d like to take Eisley home. It’s been a long day.”
“Oh, of course!” Lorraine embraced me as if I were the son she’d lost. “Go, go! And thank you for what you did for our family. Spencer needed you two.”
As I led my wife away, it took every muscle in my body not to laugh at his mother’s words.
Lorraine Foxworth, you are welcome.
Rule 32- Constantine
Have tools of all sizes at your disposal.
“Thanks for getting me out of there. That was insane.”
“Grief does weird things to people.” I shrugged it off as I followed her into her house and kept fingering the item in my pocket that I’d grabbed from my glove compartment. Apparently, grief made me horny.
“I suppose. I just get tired of being Soleil’s punching bag. If I knew it was Spencer I was talking to, I would have called it off. I don’t need his money.”
“Well, good thing, since it’ll probably stop soon.” We went to the kitchen, where she poured a glass of water for herself.
“I’m exhausted, and I didn’t even do anything today.” She chuckled lightly.
“You want to do something?” I clutched the item.
“I mean, it’s only noon.” She looked at the clock on her wall. “What do you have in mind?”
I reached for her shoulders.“I did something. And I don’t know if it’s going to upset you or not.”
She looked at me with large, wet eyes. The beautiful brown shade dove into my soul, begging me to be honest with her.
