Resurrection 39

This is a chapter of the book I am writing for NaNoWriMo. If you want to read it from the start, click here for the chapter index.

The Plan

When Ricky stepped back into the trailer at 11:45, Kat was already cooking him some read beans and cornbread. She didn’t hear him coming, the new truck was much quieter than his old 150.

When she heard the door open, she put down the mixer she was using to mix the cornbread batter and walked over to the hall to meet him. She was still hesitant to say or do anything, not knowing what his mood would be. This past few days since Romona stopped by, he had been sullen.

When he saw her, Ricky smiled and scooped her into his arms.

“Hey, babe,” he said, kissing her passionately.

She was taken aback but joined in enthusiastically. He hadn’t wanted to touch her in days.

“The beans smell great, and I’m starving.”

“Hey, hon, well I’m just about to put in some cornbread. You sure are in a good mood today.” responded Kat.

“Well I figured some things out. In fact, let’s eat, I’ll get a nap and we’ll go out. How’s you like to go to DeShae’s tonight?” DeShae’s is a high-end restaurant in Lexington.

“That sounds wonderful. Let me get the cornbread in the oven, be ready in 20 minutes.”

Ricky followed her into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator he reached in and pulled out a Pepsi. Kat was surprised he didn’t pull out a Keystone. She was glad. Maybe he was over his “spell.” Maybe he was ready to pursue the score he had hinted at.

She served up the cornbread and red beans. The large chunk of ham she had placed in with the beans gave it a savory goodness Ricky loved. They both ate and talked in the living room. Not about much of anything, just talked. Reestablishing their status quo.

After they ate, Ricky said he was gonna go take a nap.

“You want me to come tuck you in?” Asked Kat coyly.

“Come on,” replied Ricky, nodding his head in the direction of the bedroom.

Kat “tucked him in” and then slept next to him for the next several hours. They both woke about 5pm, showered together, then started to get dressed.

Standing in her underwear, Kat pulled out two of her mini-dresses from the closet. She knew Ricky liked them both. They were form fitting lycra that showed off her curvy figure. She had no problem wearing them in public, she was not the modest type.

“Which one?” She asked.

“Black, definitely the black.” Replied Ricky. Looking at her standing there in just her bra and panties made him briefly debate going out at all. They finished getting dressed and got into the truck. Ricky, playing the gentleman, helped Kat up into the cab, enjoying the feel of his hands on her waist as he did.

Once they got on the road, Ricky started telling Kat what he had discovered.

“I think I have figured out exactly how I am going to get that score.”

“Can you tell me?” asked Kat. He told her he couldn’t tell her much about his work. She had gotten enough bits and pieces out of him over time to know he was running drugs from Cincinnati to Knoxville and back, disguised in barrels, but not much else.

“Yeah, this is our future, hon. I think my long-lost brother is the key to the whole thing.”

“Really? How?”

Ricky then went on to tell her first about the boxes, why he believed they contained money and how he figured out how much. Kat was impressed by Ricky’s intellect for the first time. She thought he was smart, smarter than her, but she wouldn’t have been able to figure all this out on her own.

He explained the need for him to disappear after, to have a new identity. He thought that would be hard at first, but after doing his research, he figured he could get one set up in the next week or two.

“How does this preacher fit into all this?” Kat asked.

This was the hard part. He wasn’t sure he was ready to tell her that even though he had already alluded to it. Kat may not have been as smart as Ricky, but she was devious. She saw where this was likely going.

“Let’s save that part for later. Let’s talk about where we want to live, what we want to do when we get all that money.” Ricky said.

The rest of the drive to DeShae’s they mused about how great life was about to be, how they would never have to live in a trailer again. Never worry about money. They would have to leave Kentucky, to be sure, but they could live in Tampa. Get a place on the beach.

To them, $400,000.00 seemed like all the money in the world.

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2 Comments on “Resurrection 39”

  1. ron877 says:

    Very convoluted, in a good way. The identity theft thing is a great hook. I will be following closely to see how that works out.

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