Setting my wine glass down again without taking a sip, I wrapped my arms around Kelly. We were finally together. I couldn't stop holding her long enough to drink the glass of wine she had brought to me. I loved her so much. Together we sat on the couch in front of a fire. Van Morrison played in the background, and the mood couldn't be more perfect as she sat in my lap on the couch. She must have seen the look in my eye as she asked, "What's on your mind, honey?" She smiled with such a demand for adoration. How could anyone not love her?
"I'm just happy to be here. I'm happy we can finally be together."
She smiled and snuggled up to me a little closer and sipped her wine. We had been through so much together, gone through so much hell just so we could have this moment, the first of many. Her debts, her court dates, and finally her husband.
Thinking about her husband is the hardest part. For the first time I dared to ask, "Do you think it was wrong that we killed him?"
She giggled, "Honey no, of course not. He was a terrible man. You knew that. How could we ever be together as long as he was alive?"
"Yeah, I suppose you're right."
She smiled again. Her smile could make everything seem just fine. She giggled again, "don't you wnt to be with me?"
The thought of her asking was ludicrous, "Of course I do!"
"Well, that's why we had to kill him, right?"
I paused. I guess it made sense, "Yes dear, of course."
"Well quit worrying about it!" and she giggled again. Her laugh was so captivating. She was so beautiful. Even when she accidentally flipped her long blonde hair in my face, I couldn't help but stop to get her scent from it for just that brief moment before she laughed and apologized.
My conscience weighed so heavily, though, "It just seems wrong. I mean I never killed anyone before."
"Trust me honey, you saved my life, and now we have a life together."
"Yes but... I mean what if we get caught? The police are bound to ask you questions."
"And I was here with you, right?"
"Yes of course."
"And even though they'll know I was having an affair, they can't catch us for murder if our alibi is tight."
"I suppose you're right."
She looked at me directly, "Don't you love me?"
"Of course, sweetheart!"
"Killing him was right!"
"It was right!"
"My husband would have killed us both for our forbidden love!"
"Yes dear..."
"Besides, if the cops get too close... you could always kill yourself."
There was a long pause. I was in utter shock. Kill myself? Why would I do that? Was she serious? Her eyes looked so sincere.
"Honey..."
She laughed wildly out loud. It wasn't as funny to me...
"Sweetheart! Honey! I'm kidding!" she laughed again.
"Oh... heh... yes... very funny"
"Sweetie I know you can't kill yourself. If anything I'd poison you and just tell them you did it yourself!"
She laughed again. The laughter seemed maniacal in my head. Jesus, what have I done?
She kept on laughing, but choked it off long enough, "Baby I'm kidding again! Gosh you should see your face!"
The thought had never crossed my mind. She had her husband killed in under 2 weeks of meeting me. Yes I loved her. I thought she was amazing and beautiful and a joy to be around. It was blissful, but what's stopping her from having me killed next?
She smiled at me, "Sweetie... you haven't had any of your wine." She smiled even wider as she brought the glass to my lips and started to tilt it slowly. I grabbed the glass and eased it back to a level position.
"Drink up honey, let's celebrate our life together!" she smiled.
Suddenly I recall that I couldn't see her as she poured this glass.
