Fiction Saturday — “Boxer” — Conclusion
by John Kraft
“What about…” He looked at Gloria who had walked into the room and was standing by the kitchen door with her arms crossed. “Our two – visitors?”
“They’re, uh, in the trunk.” Walker leaned forward ignoring the pain.
“What trunk? My trunk? The Cadillac? You put those dead bodies in the trunk of my Cadillac?” Gloria stood up straight.
“Dead bodies? What dead bodies? She asked. Her words stuck in her throat. “Terry, what dead bodies? You didn’t say anything about dead bodies. Oh, Jesus. Oh, Jesus.” She hugged herself and started to rock back and forth. She was already on the verge of crumbling. “Oh, Terry.”
Walker lost it. “Shut up, you stupid Gin Blossom! Terry, shut her up. I need to think.”
“Gloria, please. He needs to think. I’ve messed things up. I’m sorry.”
Gloria looked at Terry. “You’ve messed things up? What about this jackass sitting on our couch? He’s the one who’s messed things up, not you.”
Walker picked up one of the small pillows from the sofa and threw it at her. “Hey, Blondie, shut up. Get out of here. Go do something useful. Go slit your wrists.”
“Do something useful? I’ll do something useful right now.” In two steps she was in front of the sofa and she delivered a sharp left jab onto Walkers bandaged shoulder. He let out a short scream before he passed out. “Now that’s something useful, you, Mr.’My Cadillac.’”