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Sean quickly calculated what he had left in his account. “Ten thousand but that’s a stretch. It’ll pay your doctor bills and leave enough over to make you forget about it.”
“Ten? You think I’m an idiot? I want fifty thousand!” the woman roared. “Doc says Rodney needs to get his knee scoped. And she broke his damn finger.”
“I don’t have fifty grand.”
“Well, I ain’t taking a penny under forty-five, I can tell you that,” the woman said. “Or we let this go to court and your friend can have a few years in prison to work on her damn anger management.”
Sean said, “Okay, forty-five.” That took away every bit of their safety net.
“And the bar got messed up too,” Rodney pointed out. “Man’s gonna want his money.”
“Fifteen hundred to the bar guy. And that’s my final offer.”
Early the next morning the matter was settled right outside the hospital. The prosecutor dropped his case when Rodney told them he wouldn’t press charges. As the big man folded the check he said, “I gotta hand it to her though, she nearly kicked my ass, but…”
“But what?” Sean said quickly.
Rodney shrugged. “She had me, man. I ain’t ashamed to admit it. She was doing that kung fu shit on me. But then right when she could’a taken me out for good, she threw this weak-ass kick. After that, it was all over. It was like she wanted me to bust her up. But she’s crazy, like you said.”
Sean hustled back inside the hospital. He didn’t want Michelle to wake up with the handcuff still on.
CHAPTER
4
HER FITNESS WAS SUCH that Michelle recovered quickly from her injuries, at least her physical injuries. The effects of the concussion wore off, the ribs started to heal, and a tooth was implanted to replace the one knocked out. Sean had checked into a motel near the hospital and was there with her every day. Yet then another problem cropped up. When Sean brought Michelle home from the hospital the locks on the guesthouse had been changed and their bags were packed and sitting on the porch. Sean called his buddy the owner. The man who answered the phone said that Sean should feel fortunate the owner was not filing assault charges against him for attacking his son with a bat. And the man added that Sean should never attempt to contact them again.
Sean looked over at Michelle in the passenger seat. The woman’s eyes were blank, and it wasn’t just the pain meds.
He said, “Uh, Michelle, they’re, uh, renovating the guesthouse. I knew about it, but forgot.”
She just looked out the window, not registering on anything.
He drove to a motel and checked into a double room, not trusting Michelle to be left alone. He had gotten cash from his bank, afraid even to look at the pitiful balance of funds left. At dinner that night Sean had takeout Chinese while Michelle, with her badly bruised jaw and newly installed tooth, could only drink liquids.
He sat on the edge of her bed where she lay huddled. “I need to change the dressing on your face,” he said. “Okay?”
She had superficial cuts on her jaw and forehead. Both areas were still tender to the touch and she flinched as he took the old bandages off.
“Sorry.”
“Just do it,” she snapped, startling him. He glanced at her eyes but they’d already retreated into a deep glaze.
“How’re the ribs?” he asked, trying to keep the conversation going. She turned away from him.
After he finished he said, “You need anything else?” No answer. “Michelle, we need to talk about this.”
In response she lay back on the bed and curled into a ball.
He stood and paced the room, his hand clasped around a bottle of beer. “Why in the hell would you take on a guy who looks like he could start at left tackle for the Redskins?”
Silence.
He stopped pacing. “Look, things will turn around. I’ve got a few leads on some work,” he added, lying. “Does that make you feel better?”
“Stop, Sean.”
“Stop what? Trying to be optimistic and supportive?”
