Jeff picked up May at the drug store she worked at. He drove up in his
Benz, and she climbed in. For the first time in her life, May wasn't
nervous about her date. She felt like the luckiest girl in the
world to have come across a guy like Jeff.
A driven man in life, passionate. Driving a Benz, you can tell he had
money. And from his smile and personality, you could tell he was good
with people. He came from old money. His family has been in the meat
packing business since the fifties. He's the one who expanded into
making his own sausage.
He was a winner.
Not like those other losers she'd dated since she was twelve. Doug
the junkie. Max the football coach who had a thing for young boys.
Dallas who killed a man for ten dollars in a card game. And Fred, who
went off to college and never contacted her again. Then there was the
guys in between. A few one night stands and Mr. Vicks her current
boss ended the affair cause his wife wasn't dying after all.
Yes. Jeff was definitely the right one for her.
The apartment he lived in was a studio big enough to store three
cars. He had original paintings on his wall by Georgia O’Keeffe. He
drank wine, not Pabst blue ribbon. He ate shell fish and not
hamburgers and pork rinds. He liked dramas, not Stallone flicks.
He was a winner.
This was there third date. Jeff decided to watch A room with a view.
It fit the mood he was in, he told May. The movie began and ten
minutes in, he asked if she wanted more wine. She said yes.
Jeff went to his new state of the art fridge, opened the door. They
discussed the movie in context of other films and literature about
the Victorian age, yelling from different rooms. Jeff reached in for
the new bottle of red wine past the head with the hole in the top
where a spoon sat. The expression on the woman's face was one of
horrible shock and undeniable fear.
May felt woozy. Double vision troubled her. Jeff appeared only in a
blur. May was disappointed she didn't get to finish her date like she
had the last three. With the hilt of a knife deep in Jeff's chest as
they cuddled in bed.
But later on Jeff was satisfied, even for a short time.
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