THREE MEN AND A LADY
Chapter Fifteen
"Come on," Rose
whispered.
Jack snickered, holding her hand
tightly. They had sneaked away from the kitchen and were now making their way
upstairs.
"We should go to the
attic," Jack said when they reached the second floor landing.
"Why?"
"Because I know our
housemates. They’ll put them in our room."
Rose nodded. "I should’ve
expected that." She moved closer to Jack. "You know, this is kind of
familiar."
Jack grinned. "I remember
something similar." He kissed her. "Up we go."
*****
Meanwhile, Cal was in hell. He
was sitting between Ruth and Fabrizio. The former was flirting like a drunken
whore, and Fabrizio was making a French fry log cabin.
Cal had no idea where he had
gotten the fries. He had made sausages and baked potatoes. Tommy seemed
perfectly fine with Ruth leaning over him while he ate.
Cal wondered if he was on any
drugs. Maybe he would share.
"Hey." Fabrizio nudged
him with his elbow.
Cal grunted.
"Jack and Rose are gone, ya
know."
"What?"
Fabrizio nodded, eating a French
fry. "They sneaked out a few minutes ago."
Cal grabbed Fabrizio by the
collar. "And you didn’t tell me?"
Fabrizio found himself regretting
his actions. It seemed that the arrival of Ruth and Tommy had brought the
psycho back out in Cal.
This was not good.
"Uh…I left the water in the
bathroom running. I gotta go check it." He jumped up from the table,
knocking his chair over in his hurry.
Cal stared at him. "Water
running?" He seemed to be talking to himself.
"Yeah." Fabrizio ran
from the room. Perhaps he could also seek refuge in the upper regions of the
house.
A plan was forming in Cal’s mind.
He was not going to be the only one of his housemates who stayed in the kitchen
with them. Oh, no. He was escaping, too.