Troubling News (118)

Redmond held the perfumed envelope loosely in his hands as he looked blankly at his wife. Annette stared back, disgusted that the blond abomination had found her way into their private conversation.

“How did she know we were here, Red? How could she possibly have known? I wouldn’t think the news would’ve been following our every move!” asked Annette.

Redmond gripped the envelope tightly in his hands, feeling as if he could strangle Samantha right then and there. “I…I can’t believe it…” he said, stammering, “It’s not that…She knew we would end up here eventually, because, well, we spent some time here together…”

“Meaning?” said Annette.

“We used to meet here, at the airport, when I was in Texas for the company. We spent a lot of time at the bar here…It was our, uh…place…”

“Oh,” said Annette, rolling her eyes, “How romantic…Listen, I don’t care. That’s the past. You two could’ve had a roll in the hay here on this table while Asian tourists took pictures and laughed! I don’t care anymore, honestly! Just open it!”

Surprised by his wife’s uncharacteristic gumption, he obeyed. As he scanned the page, he could already tell it was from Samantha by the excessive loops and heart-dotted “I”s. He read it aloud:

Reddy,

Of course I’d knew you’d be in San Antonio! You always said it was the fastest and easiest (if you know what I mean!). I know you and Netty (would she mind that?) would just love an update on your beautiful baby. She’s doing just fine! We had a real mother-daughter moment just this afternoon. Precious, really.

I have to tell you I’m just dying to see you. Of course, if I told you right out, that would take away half the fun! I’ll give you a hint, though! Down ol’ Mexico way, make some time for the sport of the day!

Love you both!

Samantha XOXO

***

“Josephine, why in God’s name would you ask for me? Shouldn’t you be busy praying your husband doesn’t rot in prison for the next century of his life?” asked Louise.

The old woman smirked at her daughter-in-law from across the tinny visitor’s table. “You know, Louise, my time in here’s changed me…short, I know, but it’s done the trick.”

“What could you possibly mean by that?” asked Louise, wholly interested in anything the withering cretin had to say.

Josephine leaned in across the table. “I mean, Louise, a few months ago, I would’ve had you spending the rest of your days in prison for trying to kill me.” Panic set in across Louise’s face. “But prison changes a person.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Josephine. I’ll leave now,” said Louise.

“No, dear, you’ll stay. I’m curious to hear about where you bought the arsenic and how you’ve been slipping it to me for the past few weeks!”

Her voice was hushed. “Damn it, Josephine! How did you know? Who told you? How did you find out!”

A smile snaked across the old woman’s face. “Dr. Bianchi found the tablets in your desk when he went looking for my stationary,” said Josephine, “But like I said, I won’t tell.”

“Oh please! You think I don’t know how this works by now? There’s a catch Josephine, of course there’s a catch!”

Josephine shrugged. “Eh, you’re right. Looks like we’re getting to know each other better after all,” said Josephine with a laugh, “You’ll divorce my son.”

Louise’s face went blank. “You can’t be serious. After all you and Peter have put him through? This’ll kill him, he’ll never trust anyone again! Do you really want that for him? Do you?”

“Of course not, but I also don’t think he’d want to be married to a woman who’s been slowly murdering the only mother he’s ever known! He’s against anything ‘Falcone.’ Lucky for me, girl, you’re just as bad as the rest of us.”

END

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