Last Respects

by Chromatoast

Johnny and Retta were meant to spend eternity together. Too bad Retta's "daddy" and her beloved Johnny just can't see eye to eye. Short, sweet, sad, and sick, with plenty of melodrama! Pre-MH Johperetta fic. Written for fiddlestringsandpianokeys. Inspired by a story from EC's classic "Tales from the Crypt".

3. Chapter 3

Johnny switched off the radio, his eyes darting from the road to Retta at his side.

"You'd better get in back, Retta. We're almost to the house."

"It's not fair. I'm gettin' real sick of this," she said, pouting, plucking at the fur of the fuzzy skeleton doll.

He stopped the limousine, stepping out, and she walked around the car to meet him. Johnny opened the rear door for her, slipping his arms into his brass-buttoned chauffeur's coat. She sighed up at him, adjusting the tilt of his patent-leather cap.

"When can we do this again, Johnny?"

"The car is always at your disposal, Miss Retta."

She smirked even as sadness stole across her face. "Don't you joke with me. Oh, Johnny, gimme a kiss! Tell your wife you love her!"

He couldn't suppress a smile. "I love you, Retta," he said, leaning close, and the metal frame of the rear door pressed between them as they kissed.