Take Out

“It is not uncommon to get melancholy when it rains.” Murphy read aloud as Jade savored the sweet but slightly stale taste of her fortune cookie. “In bed.”

“Uh huh.” Jade responded distractedly.

Murphy looked at her with concern. “What’s the matter, Jade? You still worried about that thing with the cops?”

She turned her attention to her driver. “Yes. No. I don’t know. It’s the job tonight. Something doesn’t feel right.”

“That’s because it’s raining. You’re melancholy and that’s perfectly normal.” The young man nodded solemnly. “The cookie said so.”

Jade stood up to start pacing. “Tonight’s the last gig. We split the money and we walk away.”

Murphy laughed. “You always say that.”

“I mean it. No more. I think the mob lieutenants are starting to talk amongst themselves, and we’re running out of syndicates to go under cover in.” She turned her back to him. She didn’t want to see his reaction. “You’re staying here tonight. I don’t want none of that ‘killed the last day on the job’ B.S..”

Murphy grabbed her shoulder, turning her to face him. “I’m not leaving you alone. You could get hurt.”

Jade smiled sadly as she pointed to the half mended shirt lying on the table, riddled with bullet holes. “No. I can’t.”

“That’s not the p…” Murphy blinked. “What… what was I saying?” A look of despair crossed his face as he slumped into his chair. “What did you do?”

Jade picked up his styrofoam cup, inhaling deeply. The sharp smell of his soda covered up the faint odor of the powder. “Hush up, Murph. Just lay down and take a nap.”

“But you’re…” He trailed off, blinking heavily.

“This is how it goes. You’ll wake up and I’ll be gone. Your half of the money will be here. You’ll go back to the real world, get a real job, meet real people.” She kissed his forehead, knowing the touch of her lips would be his last waking memory of her.

She ignored the faint sound of snoring as she walked out the door, one errant tear fighting its way down her cheek. “Maybe someday, when it rains, you’ll think of me. You might even get melancholy. I hear that’s not uncommon.”


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