Logan nodded. “Fair enough. What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know.” And I didn’t know. I had so many thoughts running through my head that I couldn’t answer a simple question.
“Okay. See ya tomorrow.” He turned off his desk lamp for the night.
“Okay.” I said not looking up. I heard the door close behind Logan and I just sat staring at the ceiling. I knew what I wanted to do. I knew what I had to do. The question now was how to do it.
Chapter Nine
Ethan
I drove home, allowing the thoughts of Kay to fill my head. Before I had tried to push them aside but tonight, I couldn’t do that anymore. I had to think about her. I had to remember her, and I wanted to find her. I tried to remember our conversations all those years ago, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t remember the words; I just remembered her eyes. I remembered how they looked when she was angry at the guy that had hit on her. How she looked in the moonlight along the river. How close her face had been to mine when we were sitting on the sofa in the guest house.
I drove without thinking about where I was going. When I looked up, I realized I was at the address where Kay had been staying. The same house I had walked to after the Mayor’s dinner. I wondered if the larger house had been her mother’s house and she had stayed in the guest quarters. It made sense. The larger house was fitting for the CEO of a large company based here. The Garden District was home to several such people. I sat staring the dark house. I wondered if she had sold it. Maybe the house wasn’t her style. I leaned my head back for a moment. I needed to find her. I wanted to tell her that I was divorced, and I wanted to ask her to dinner.
I woke up with the sun shining in my face. I sat up with a start. I was still parked in front of the house I believed to belong to Kay. I looked around. I was surprised no one had called the police. I rubbed my hand through my hair. I looked towards the house one more time. Nothing seemed to have changed. No movement. I started the car and drove home for a shower and a change of clothes.
Kay
I left the office late. I wasn’t sleeping at night and figured I might as well be productive. The traffic getting home was better at that time of night anyway. The house took up the block and had a driveway on the back, which made it was easy to drive straight into the garage and go straight to the house.
Eddie, my company driver and self-appointed bodyguard, didn’t like that I drove myself to and from work. He said it was undignified. My father had always had Eddie drive him. Lately I had been keeping such odd hours it didn’t seem fair to Eddie or his family. I had hardly been able to shake Eddie since I had gotten home from the hospital over a year ago. He had taken on the role of my personal bodyguard. He was at least sixty, and not the type to work out, so I’m not sure what he had in mind should I actually be attacked. We had fallen into a comfortable routine; he would drive me if I was going somewhere on company business but to and from work was out of the question.
The house was dark, and I left it that way. I knew my way around I didn’t need the lights. I looked in the fridge. There wasn’t much there to speak of and I didn’t feel like cooking this late. I opted for a yogurt. I was restless. I thought about walking across the street to the cemetery and hanging out with the souls that didn’t sleep at this hour.
When I looked out the front window there was a car parked out front with someone inside. I instinctively pulled away from view. Was someone watching the house? Or were they watching the graveyard? I stood to the side and watched to see if there was something illegal about to happen. If someone thought, they were going to deal drugs on the street in front of my house they were going to get more than they bargained for, but nothing happened. I stood there so long my legs started to go numb. Finally, I decided I was being paranoid. The car could have belonged to a guest of one of my neighbors, or someone else who liked visiting cemeteries at night or any number of legitimate reasons. I left my window and went to bed.
I woke up early and showered. I checked out the front window and the car was gone. I decided that my imagination was running away with me caused by too much work and too little sleep.
“Morning!” Sherry, my all too happy secretary greeted me as I came into the office.
I’ll be the first to admit I am not a morning person. And bless Sherry for never letting that thwart her in her efforts to start my day off in a cheerful manner. Today it was less inspirational.
“Morning.” I regretted the look on her face when I didn’t pause at her desk and continued into my office. I tapped my computer back to life and settled my cell phone in its cradle.
Sherry came in quietly and set a cup of coffee on my desk. I had told her repeatedly she didn’t need to make me coffee every I didn’t want her to feel like she was ‘serving’ me. She insisted. Today, I didn’t protest.
“Thank
