Are you ready, then? Aldo asks, when we’ve finished.
I’d prepared a meal of cheese and crackers from the fully stocked kitchen by starlight.I’d lived my life the way I had for almost four years...
In comforting moon-cast shadows................................................MY INCARCERATION ENDED as fast as it’d begun.
I’d eaten the dinner provided (hotdog with relish), I’d stared blankly at the television locked to the wall (some silly rom-com), and settled unwillingly into bed (all while suffering physical cravings for Estelle).I’d slept with her for so long that I struggled to fall asleep. The worry of how she was. The concern over Coco, the smarting agony of saying goodbye to Pippa, and the uncertainty if my dad could free me again, fermented in my chest with wicked heartburn. A headache also tormented me (a side effect of cellulitis) and my finger still felt tender.
After all, my father wasn’t the reason I’d been sprung from my previous sentence early. Even though he hadn’t accepted the court’s verdict and gathered testimonials from families of patients murdered by Dr. Joseph Silverstein, he’d had no power when it came to swaying cold hard evidence that I’d pulled the trigger.
However, miraculously, I hadn’t been the only one plotting murder.Our eyes locked, his bordering more on the green side of hazel today, and I felt that same awakening ripple through me. Yup, the man was a panty collector.
Mine were not joining his trophy case.I’m good, I answered honestly, knowing that now wasn’t the time to dish shit back at him. This was stunt time. Wind looks great. I haven’t been hang gliding in about six months, but I spent some time with the practice rig Wilder set up yesterday, so I’m feeling really confident. You don’t need to worry about me.
I always worry about you, he said quietly. You put the insane in extreme.I scoffed. There’s no insane in extreme.