Thursday, September 6, 2007
Alfred came home early that night, as Eliza was planning her escape. Her suitcase was packed and hidden behind a bush. It would have been easy to leave Alfred as he was snoring away one more hangover.
And that was the plan. Except Eliza had a smile on her face that she couldn't hide.
"What's going on, Eliza, you have that look on your face?"
"What look is that, Alfred."
"It is the look of having something up your sleeve. Let me look at your sleeve."
Alfred grabs Eliza and tries to pull up her sleeve. When she resists, he tries to kiss her. She resists that too.
"Leave me alone. I told you that I can't stand men who have been drinking."
"The bottom line is that you can't stand me."
"Yes, that's right. I can't stand you."
"Now the truth is coming out."
"And I'm leaving you tomorrow."
"How are you going to do that? I support you."
"That's my problem."
"It certainly will be. Is my mother in on this?"
"No. Of course not."
"So where will you go."
"On a mission of mercy."
"So you're going to become a nun or something."
"More like something."
"Good riddance. I hope to never see you again."
Alfred went to the icebox and got another beer. He opened it and sat in front of the TV, turning it on loudly with his back to Eliza.
"That wasn't so bad. I wonder if he'll really let me go that easily," Eliza wondered.