look over at her father, and Adam would immediately start crying or blow his nose extra loud or do something to prove how upset he was.
Johnny rode with Adam, Marissa, and Marissa’s grandmother- Grandma Ann- to the cemetery. Johnny was doing a great job with the whole grieving act, but, man, it took a lot of work. In the back of the limo, the old biddy kept looking over at him, giving him the evil eye, glaring through her Coke- bottle glasses. He knew it wasn’t just because he wasn’t Jewish; there was more to it than that.
At the grave, Johnny actually felt sad for the first time all day. It was a shame that Dana had died before Johnny had a chance to screw her, before she had a chance to experience the orgasms that you could only experience with Johnny Long. Talk about tragedy.
Johnny had to continue to console Marissa, and he was running out of bullshit to say to make her feel better. How many times could he tell her “I know” and “She’s in a better place” and “It’s gonna be okay?” Meanwhile, Adam was still overdoing it. When they lowered the coffin into the ground he collapsed, crying, but then he started beating the ground with his fists, like a baby having a fit. Johnny was thinking, Fists? Come on, gimme a break. At one point, Johnny even saw Marissa look over at her father and roll her eyes slightly.
During the ride back to the Blooms’ house, Marissa looked away the whole time, staring blankly out the window. Johnny left her alone, giving her her space.
Marissa didn’t say a word until they got back to the house. She took him up to her room, shut the door, and said, “I think you were right- he definitely did it.”
“I never said I thought he actually did it,” Johnny said.
“But that’s what you thought, that was your first instinct, and first instincts are usually right.”
Johnny wasn’t going to argue with this. He blinked once, very slowly, to show her how concerned he was, and squeezed her hand tightly.
She continued, “Everything about him today was so fucking fake. Did you see the way he was punching the ground? He thinks he’s gonna get away with it, but he won’t because I’m not gonna let him. If he did this he’s gonna pay for it. He’s not just gonna go on with his life while my mother’s rotting away underground.”
Johnny loved how she was ready to turn on her father, to, well, bury him.
The Blooms were having some Jewish thing called a shiver sitting, something like that, where all their friends and relatives were going to come over with food and drinks and sit around and mourn with the whole family. It sounded like hell; Even worse, it was going to last a whole week. What was it with Jews anyway? Did they want to drag out their misery for as long as they possibly could?
Maybe people were staying away because of the “rumors” about Adam in the news, because only about ten people showed up at the house all day even though there had been at least a hundred people at the funeral. Adam seemed out of it, wandering in and out of the living room, occasionally checking his BlackBerry, shaking his head and mumbling to himself. Grandma Ann continued to give Johnny dirty looks. Johnny tried to start a couple of conversations with her, asking her about Florida, but the old lady wouldn’t even make eye contact with him. Later, Johnny saw her go over and whisper something to Adam; then Adam looked over at Johnny, trying to be casual about it. Johnny didn’t care what Marissa said; he knew that the old lady wasn’t only treating him like this because he wasn’t Jewish.
Marissa wanted Johnny to spend the night with her, and he couldn’t turn her down, could he? In bed, she told him that she loved him, and he said he loved her, too, “more than anything in the world.” He knew it was way too early to ask her to marry him, but he thought the timing was right to test the waters, to see if she was as primed as he thought she was, so he asked, “Do you want kids someday?”
“Someday,” she said. “Definitely. What about you?”
“Yeah,” Johnny said. Then he added, “And I think you and me could make great- looking babies.”
If she seemed at all freaked out by this, he would’ve backed off, changed the subject, said he was only joking.
Instead she said, “I know, I was thinking about that today actually.”
“You were?”
“Yeah. I mean, I know it’s early, but I definitely feel strongly about you.”
Wow, Johnny was impressed with himself. He knew Marissa would be especially vulnerable today, on the day of her mother’s funeral, but she was about as attached to him as a person could possibly get.
“I want to show you something,” he said.
He went over to his suit jacket, which he’d laid over the chair at her desk, and took the diamond ring out of the inside pocket.
“I know this isn’t the right time to do this,” he said. “And I’m not sure you’ll even want me to do it, but if you do… someday… look at what I have.”
He opened his hand and watched her eyes widen. It was amazing the way women shit themselves over diamonds.
“Wow, it’s beautiful,” she said.
“My grandmother gave it to me when she was dying of cancer. She told me to propose to the girl I love someday.”
Marissa was smiling, and Johnny knew she was thinking, Please let that girl be me. Please let me be Mrs. Xan Evonov.
Then her expression changed and she said, “It was your grandmother’s ring?”
“Yeah,” Johnny said.
“Oh,” she said, “that’s weird. It doesn’t look like a very old setting.”
“That’s because I had it reset. Yeah, I wanted it to look more modern, and it’s the stone that’s really important to me.”
Good thing Johnny was a fast thinker.
“That’s so sweet,” she said, “and the stone is so beautiful.”
He could tell she wanted to try the ring on, but he took it away, thinking, Always leave them wanting more.
He was kissing her tenderly when there was a knock at the door.
“Yes?” Marissa said.
“Dinner’s on the table.” It was Grandma Ann.
“Okay, coming,” Marissa said.
“It’s getting cold.”
“We’ll be right down.”
Johnny didn’t hear Grandma Ann’s footsteps. He pictured her at the door, trying to listen in.
“Maybe I should go,” Johnny said, talking low, almost whispering.
“Why?” Marissa asked, concerned but talking very quietly, matching Johnny’s tone.
“I just think your family needs some time alone.”
“Please don’t go. I need you here tonight.”
Johnny decided he would electrocute Marissa. It wouldn’t happen for a long time, for months, and he’d have to work out the details, but when the time was right, that was how he’d get rid of her.
Moving a few strands of hair away from her eyes, Johnny said, “I really think your grandmother doesn’t want me here.”
“I’m telling you that’s just the way she is.”
Now Johnny heard Grandma Ann walking away down the hallway. Johnny gave Marissa a look that said, See what I mean?
“She’s totally harmless, I’m telling you.”
Johnny didn’t believe her, but he decided to focus on the positives. Dana was dead, and Marissa was in love with him and, even better, was practically ready to marry him. Everything was falling into place. It was time to move ahead with the next phase of the plan, and this would be the most enjoyable phase, the part that would give him the biggest rush.
Yeah, it was time to kill Adam Bloom.
