The telephone call from Malik left Margo disturbed. Unable to rest, she got up from the bed and went into the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror, half expecting the devil to be waiting for her. Seeing her own reflection, she grabbed the sides of her head and shook it, as if to erase the accusation of infidelity her image rendered.
“Get yourself together, Margo,” she said to herself out loud.
She found the blow dryer and dried her hair, after which she massaged her body with scented lotion. It seemed to revitalize her to the point that she decided to fix dinner for Jefferson. Not sure how long Jefferson would be, she hurriedly put on a pair of jeans and a tank top and then went to the kitchen and put on her little maid’s apron.
Lying in the refrigerator were a couple of salmon steaks she had planned to cook yesterday but had gotten home too late to do so. She would grill them and fix some garlic mashed potatoes to accompany them. Opening the refrigerator again, she reached in the vegetable compartment and pulled out a head of romaine lettuce. She grabbed four eggs and quickly put them on the stove to boil. One small tomato Margo planned to use for something else found its way under the rinse water and then was sliced for the salad. Crème Brûlée would be their dessert, if she had enough left from when she had made it a couple of days ago.
With the salmon broiling and the eggs on boil, Margo rushed to find one of her best linen tablecloths, which she placed on the dining room table. Next, she pulled out a few pieces of her Noritake china and set places for two. Rounding out the setting was her best crystal stemware, used only during special dinners. She opened the blinds that hid the floor-to-ceiling beveled windows that stretched the full length of the dining room and, pleased with the way the room looked, she closed the French doors so that she could surprise Jefferson when he came home.
In half an hour, all was ready. Not expecting Jefferson anytime soon, she was surprised when the front door opened. Jefferson was toting bags that he struggled to carry since he wasn’t using his walker. His nose sniffed as he moved closer to the kitchen and then he let out a smile when he saw Margo in her maid’s apron.
“What have you done, woman? I’m supposed to be cooking dinner for you, not the other way around.”
Margo looked at the clock. “You weren’t gone long. I was going to jump into something other than my jeans.”
“You’re fabulous as you are. Would you mind helping me with these grocery bags? I think I’ve been on my legs too long today. I’ve got a real bad ache.”
Margo took the bags and peeked inside them. “You were going to fix me filet mignon? We can save my meal for tomorrow.”
“No, I’ll save mine for tomorrow. It smells good now, and I’m famished.”
Jefferson watched Margo as she scurried around in the kitchen and then carried dinner into the dining room. Her attitude had changed drastically, and he wasn’t sure why, although he wasn’t going to complain. Something must have happened between her and Malik. He’d find out soon enough; he was glad to have his wife back.
When invited to do so, Jefferson followed Margo into the dining room. His face lit up upon seeing Margo’s good china and crystal set out for the two of them. He put his arm around her shoulders and fought back tears.
“Reminds me of the last Christmas we had before all hell broke loose,” Jefferson said.
“It does, doesn’t it? Only thing, Linda won’t be showing up tonight and Blake is already dead.”
“Let’s not allow those memories to spoil this wonderful dinner you’ve prepared.” Jefferson looked at Margo. “That was a long time ago, Margo. It’s just you and me now.” He thought about telling Margo that he believed he saw Linda the other day at Taco Bell, but telling her would cause a setback in healing the wounds that were still painful. It wasn’t worth the risk.
Jefferson said grace, and he and Margo enjoyed a wonderful dinner together. They chatted about local and world events and stole glances at each other as if they were on a first date. Nothing was going to spoil this evening.
“I want every day to be like this, Jefferson. I want to share my day with you, ask your opinion about things, and have great sex with you.”
Jefferson stared back, not knowing what to make of this one-hundred-eighty-degree turnaround. He felt blessed and happy that Margo was ready to make their marriage work, but the timing was strange given her attitude only a few days earlier. He smiled, however, not wanting her to think anything was wrong. It was more than her believing that he and Angelica had done no wrong-much more. There was definitely more to the story than he was hearing.
“I’m happy, Margo. I’ve waited for this day a long time. Why don’t we skip the Crème Brûlée and get some real dessert?”
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Jefferson and Margo dropped to the floor and crawled under the dining room table. Margo covered her ears in an attempt to drown out the noise.
“Stay down, Margo!” Jefferson shouted. “Sounds like an automatic weapon. I think the windows in the living room were blown out.”
Margo was visibly shaking. She moved close to Jefferson.
“I’ve got my cell in my pocket,” Jefferson said. “I’ll call 911.”
“The alarm is going off; the police are probably on their way,” Margo cried.
“Just in case, I’m going to call anyway. Someone tried to kill us.”
Within minutes, the Fayetteville police arrived.
“Police, anybody home? Police.”
Jefferson and Margo stayed hidden under the dining room table. Even though they heard the sirens, they couldn’t be sure that it wasn’t the enemy attempting to pull them from their hiding place so they could finish them off. The police called out again.
“In here,” Jefferson shouted, making the decision to crawl from under the table.
“Are you all right?” the officer asked as he moved into the dining room, looking out of the undraped window to see if any perpetrators were hiding.
“We are now,” Jefferson offered. “My wife and I were eating dinner when all of a sudden we heard what sounded like firecrackers and then broken glass hitting the floor. Whoever it was used a semi-automatic. It lasted for no more than ten seconds, but it was the scariest ten seconds. We’re grateful that we weren’t killed.”
“Let’s move from this room. Even though I didn’t see anyone outside, we can’t be certain no one is hiding out back. I’m going to draw the blinds so that the inside of your house won’t be so exposed.”
Margo broke down. She was frightened out of her skin and held onto Jefferson for dear life. Her body began to shake, and she began to cry out loud.
Jefferson held Margo in his arms. “I’m going to protect you, baby. Please don’t cry. The police are going to get whoever did this to us.”
“Do you have any idea who might have done this?” the officer asked, ignoring Margo.
“I can make an assumption,” Jefferson replied. “I didn’t see anyone, so I can’t back my theory with proof. If at all possible, I’d like to speak with Captain Petrowski in Homicide. He needs to be made aware of this because it lines up with my theory.”
“I’m calling him now,” the officer stated. “I suggest you good people find somewhere else to sleep tonight. You’ll also need to board up your house to keep the curious and the robbers out.”
“After I talk with the Captain, I’ll take care of that,” Jefferson replied.
“Some of my men will be walking around outside and inside to see if they can find any clues as to who did this. Don’t touch anything in the living room until we’ve finished in there.”
“You don’t have to worry about us. We want whoever did this to be caught posthaste.” He turned to Margo. “I need to call Edward and Angelica to warn them about what happened.”
“If she hadn’t brought her narrow behind back to Fayetteville, this wouldn’t have happened,” Margo said as the tears continued to roll. She laid her head on Jefferson’s chest, still sobbing. “Why us? Why us, Lord?”
He speed dialed Edward’s number, and he answered on the first ring. “Edward, our house was hit tonight.”
“Hit, what do you mean?” Edward asked.
“Someone tried to kill us-shot a round of fire power into our house, shattering our living room window. I’m sure it’s the work of Santiago or someone close to him. If we had been in the living room, it would have been messy.”
“Jesus, Jefferson. That lunatic Santiago is playing for keeps.”
“It scared us to death, got Margo half out of her wits. Angelica needs to know right away.”
“I don’t want to upset her right now. Hopefully, this can keep until Hamilton’s funeral. I have reinforcement, if I need it.”
“I think it’s important that she knows what she’s up against, Edward, so she can be on guard. That’s all I’m saying,” Jefferson admonished. “After I speak with Petrowski, Margo and I are headed to a hotel. I thought about skipping the funeral Saturday, but with Hamilton being an ex-cop, Santiago wouldn’t dare show up there with a church full of police officers.”
“You’re right. Let me know if you hear anything else,” Edward said, his voice strained. “I can’t believe it’s come to this. The feds should have nailed Santiago a long time ago.”
“I guess the war wasn’t big enough. Talk with you later, man. Petrowski just arrived.”
“Later.”
“Who was that on the phone, Edward?” Angelica asked, sitting up in the bed.
“It was Jefferson. He wanted to know if we made it back to the hotel safely.”
“Seems kind of odd, don’t you think?”
“Why would it seem odd?” Edward asked, looking at Angelica strangely.
“Because he was in such a rush to be with his wife. And from the sound of it, you and I getting back to the hotel all right was the last thing on his mind. Tell the truth, Edward. What’s up? What didn’t you want to upset me with now?”
“Somebody tried to kill Jefferson tonight.”
“Oh my God!” Angelica cried, grabbing the sides of her face in disbelief. “Is he all right?”
“Whoever it was shot several rounds into the house but, thank God, Jefferson and Margo were in another room.”
“Edward, I’m scared. I don’t feel safe here anymore. What if someone comes here and tries the same thing?”
“Calm down, Angelica.” Edward reached for his briefcase and opened it. “If anyone tries to come through that door, they will have me to reckon with.” He brandished the revolver, checking the safety. “They’ll have to kill me first.”