Waiting For Her Arrival

Jim wanted one more night to think things through, but Sherrill would be coming soon, bringing Christopher. Chico had been right about everything. God Dammit! Going around with Chris, what a perfect friend. Now or never, they were always saying that on Television--NBC, HBO, NYPD Blues. "Surprise! Welcome home, Darling, Dearie. I am so tired of smelling stale sweat and sex on your skin! It don't wash off so easy, incense can't cover up." She came in then, saw him waiting, said, "He loves me," stepped back out. The loaded gun sat heavy in his lap--cocked, ready, peaceful.