Page 37 of In Your Head

I consider burying the body underneath the freshly planted dahlias in the garden. But I can’t bear the thought of this fucker resting for all of eternity in my mother’s beautiful garden.I could burn him?That would probably be best. I settle on burning his remains and burying them deep in the woods. After rinsing off my blade in the sink, I grab a shovel and a book of matches to get to work.

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Two hours later, I’m back in the potting shed. I heave out a breath, exhausted from the night’s escapades. After thoroughly washing my hands in the utility sink, I grab a bottle of water and chug it all down in one gulp. Pulling out my phone, I see that it’s nearly a quarter after two in the morning.Shit.

But, having a feeling that she is still awake, I decide to text Katherine anyway.

Me

You up?

I wait a few long moments before I see the three dots appear.

Kat

You did not just seriously text me that.

Question answered.

Me

And how are you this evening, Doc?

Kat

You mean how am I this morning.

Me

True. How are you?

Kat

I’m ok. Made a late dinner and now in bed, reading my new book.

She sends a picture of the first edition Austen I gifted her, clasped tight in her hand. Her knees are drawn up and I can see the lush comforter and black satin sheets of her bed beneath the book. I grin like a fucking schoolboy.

Me

That’s hot, baby.

Kat

What are you up to so late?

Well, that’s a rather complicated question, isn't it?I think.

Me

Just finished taking care of some business.

Kat

Well that’s vague as all hell.

Alright, baby, you asked for it.

Me