THREE MEN AND A LADY
Chapter Sixteen
Fabrizio found himself in the
hall, without anything to do or anywhere to go. He wrinkled his nose in
frustration. There was no way in hell he was going back into the kitchen, and
the living room was out, as was Jack and Rose’s room.
Fabrizio wished fervently for the
attic, but it also was off-limits. He wandered down the hallway, peering into
the bathroom, but again decided that it would not do.
He stopped in front of a door
that he wasn’t sure he had seen before. The door opened easily, revealing what
appeared to be a rarely used bedroom. It had two beds, a closet, and a bed
table with a clock and a lamp.
Happy with his new discovery,
Fabrizio climbed into one of the beds and settled down for a nap.
*****
Cal sat at the table; he wracked
his brain for a plan. He had to get rid of them for the good of the house.
Tommy appeared not to notice the homicidal look on Cal’s face. Ruth was too
engrossed in Tommy to care.
Ah-ha! Why had he not thought of
it before? "Hey, you guys!" he boomed. The two of them turned and
stared at him. "Why don’t you go upstairs and continue this there?"
Cal had decided that the best approach was to pretend that he thought that they
were deaf so they would be sure to hear him.
"Well, that is an
idea," Tommy said after a moment.
Ruth grabbed his hand. "I
agree," she simpered.
Cal was elated. "Well, bye
now. Don’t sleep too late." He hurried from the table and into the living
room.
The remaining people in the
kitchen were silent.
"Well, shall we go?"
Ruth nodded. They were soon in
the same hallway in which Fabrizio had stood only minutes before.
*****
Cal snuggled down into his couch.
Ah…this was the life. No visitors, no housemates, just him and his TV. Wait a
minute. What the hell was going on with the TV?
Cal frantically pressed every
button on the remote. Nothing happened. He felt his blood freeze. This was not
happening. After everything that had happened that day, this could not be
happening. The remote was broken!
*****
Ruth and Tommy stumbled into the
bedroom on the left--the bedroom that Fabrizio had selected. Drunkenly, though
they had consumed no alcohol, they landed on the bed.
Fabrizio gave a cry of pain and
surprise. He began flailing wildly in an attempt to free himself from the
tangle of bodies.
Because of the struggles of the
bed’s three occupants, the heavy wooden headboard fell and hit Fabrizio on the
head. Alas, that was not the end of the madness, but more would follow soon.