By James W. Hall
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Guy felt his fear tightening into something more extreme. A dark knot of dread. He was not up to this. He felt trapped, cornered by Jumpy. Conned into deeper water than he'd bargained for. A wave of paranoia rolled and crashed in his gut. "Philly, meet Guy. " The man was bald and short and his stomach was as tight and perfectly round as a bowling ball. He wore striped under shorts or perhaps pajama bottoms, but was otherwise naked. The room was lit with a vague blue light as though rare mushrooms might be growing in long trays somewhere nearby It was the master bedroom and was probably half the size of the living room.
Though she had only one friend. Carla, a masseuse at the same spa were Janet worked. But Carla had a new boyfriend and was spending a lot of her off hours with him, so she hadn't made it over yet. Screwing the lucky guy, then massaging the knots in his trigger points, easing his tensions inside and out. Three days ago Janet bought a small Sony tape-recorder and she'd been carrying it around with her in the evenings after work, waiting for the next episode of tinkling. Going to tape the bells and play them back for whoever would listen.
Hell, no. Isaac and Janet hadn't discussed the miscarriage or the emotional fallout. That morning when it happened she'd come into his office looking pale. Her face grim. He rocked himself to his feet, followed her to the bathroom. "I don't think we should flush it. " Janet said nothing. She stared at the soupy mess. So Isaac disposed of it. Scooped it out of the toilet with a garden trowel and dumped it into a garbage bag, then put that in another, and that in another. Three bags for the little red mass.