Olivia has just finished cleaning up and now she’s leaning against the kitchen counter, watching Sam rummage through the refrigerator with his gloved hands, glass storage containers clinking together as he does so.
“Let’s see...we’ve got some shrimp noodle thingy; I think this is brown rice...and what are these, potatoes?...oh, hello,” Sam crouches slightly, reaching for something on the lower shelf. “A pan of lasagna!” Foil crinkles. “And most of it hasn’t been eaten!”
After the lasagna is warmed up, Olivia and Sam sit at the dinner table and tuck into it straight from the pan, washing it down with a bottle of wine. They don’t bother with glasses.
“So,” Sam says. “Where should we go?”
“Somewhere sunny,” Olivia responds. “Definitely somewhere sunny and warm.”
A slow smile spreads across Sam’s face. “How about the South of France? There’s nude beaches there.” Olivia rolls her eyes, which makes Sam laugh. “Let’s make a deal then. I’ll take you to Paris for a shopping spree, and then will you consider the nude beaches?”
Olivia gets out of her chair and sits on his lap. “But do you think we have enough for that?” She tilts her head in the direction of the large tote bag on the far end of the table, referring to its contents.
“More than enough,” Sam wrinkles his nose. “You smell like bleach.”
“Sorry.” Olivia slides off his lap.
“We should get going anyway,” Sam says. He pulls his official-looking utility worker jumpsuit back on; Olivia follows suit. “Make sure we get everything. Leave no trace.”
Olivia gives the place another wipe down. Then they toss the bag full of soiled clothes (“We should probably burn these,” Olivia advises), plus the wine bottle and forks they used to eat the lasagna (“Can’t be too careful,” Sam says), and their used gloves into the tote bag. (“Do you have the…?” Olivia asks, and Sam nods. “Don’t worry, I double and triple checked").
“Let’s go,” Olivia urges when Sam takes a little too long surveying their surroundings for the last time. “We’ve covered all our bases; now let’s vamoose before their neighbours get suspicious.”
“Ok, ok. Don’t forget the clipboards.”
They exit through the front door as naturally as possible, smiling and saying goodbye to the empty foyer as they do so before pulling the door closed behind them. Then Sam takes Olivia’s hand, slings the strap of the tote bag over his shoulder, and they take off down the street.
Submitted April 12, 2016 at 06:59AM by boysnbury http://ift.tt/1MqDP1F shortscarystories
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