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The next morning, Rodney awoke to find the girl had disappeared.  After checking the bathroom and closet for signs of her, he thought about what might’ve happened.

“Maybe something came up and she didn’t want to wake me..”  He knew this wasn’t what happened, but it helped him get his mind off where she could’ve gone.

He took a quick shower, got dressed, and headed out the door, when he noticed a few words scribbled on a tiny blue notepad, lying on the edge of a dresser.

“I was a hooker.”

 

He drove home in his silver Volvo, with thoughts of her running through his mind.  He thought about the way she listened to him, the way she cared. Well, the way she seemed to care.  His biggest concern, however, was attempting to remember her name.

“What was her name?” He thought.  “Did I ever ask?  Was it… Nicole? No, no… Uhh.. Rachel?  Yeah that was it! Rachel. No, no.. Maybe it was Rac7hel..”

He turned off the freshly paved road onto the driveway of his cozy brick house, wish blended in perfectly with the other homes in the neighborhood.  He parked in the messy garage, and pressed the ‘Close Garage Door’ button before entering the house.

 

“Rodney?” his wife called out from the living room, “Is that you, Hun?”

“Yeah, it’s me.” He replied, relieved that she didn’t sound angry.

“Where were you last night?” she questioned.

“Uhh…”

‘Crap.’ He thought, “I forgot to come up with a back story.”

“I was uhh.. I went over to Jeff’s after work and the car broke down, so I slept over there. Sorry I forgot to call you.” He lied. He probably could’ve came up with a better story if he was given the time.

“Well you had me worried sick! I’ve been waiting for you all morning!” she tried to make eye contact with these words, but he wouldn’t allow it.

“Sorry, Tess..” he said, turning to the pantry to look for some food.

“Why does your breath smell like bourbon?” she snapped.

Another rookie mistake.. he forgot to brush his teeth after heavy drinking.. But it wasn’t his fault, really. It’s not like he had a toothbrush with him, anyway.

He shrugged. “Me and Jeff had a couple of glasses. It’s no big deal.” He assured her, unsure of whether or not she was buying it.

“Jeff keeps bourbon at his house..?” she asked suspiciously.

“Oh yeah.. I uhh.. bought it for him. It was his birthday.”

She gazed at him, undoubtedly debating whether or not to believe him.  After a few moments, she changed the subject and broke the silence.

“Oh yes, I need to go pick up some milk. Do you have any cash on you?” she asked, still observing him.

He pulled his wallet out of the back pocket of his jeans and unfolded it to find it had been emptied of all his money except for one twenty dollar bill.  He slapped the cash down on the counter and continued rummaging through the pantry.

After shooting him a final glance, Tess slid the twenty off the edge of the counter, walked out the back door, and left.

 

He still couldn’t stop thinking about her, the girl he actually felt a connection with. (A drunk, slutty connection.)  Well, so he thought- - Turns out it wasn’t even real..

She was a hooker. 

The only way to get over her, he thought, was to find her. So he raced out the door, cranked up the Volvo, and hit the mailbox while backing out of the driveway.  Tess would just have to deal with it. 

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