Route 99
7 Disneyland
Thursday, October 31st 2019
11:55 PM
Fred stood in front of the door to room 114. The woman behind this door had destroyed his life. He was happy here, but maybe he would have been happy if he was still at Pear. "Why am I even doing this" he mumbled to himself. Well… He knocked.
No answer.
He knocked.
No answer.
He knocked.
The door swung open slowly, as far as the chain would let it. He heard a gasp, and the door closed.
"Sam, open the door, please."
The door opened again, Sam stood back out of the way and gestured with her arm for him to enter. She looked tired, apprehensive. He put his hand on her shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Hi Sam" he said softly. Continuing into the room, he sat in one of the chairs at the table beside the bed. Fred had a small paper bag, two glasses and an ice bucket. He placed them on the table.
She sat in the chair across the table from him. Freddie opened the bag and removed a half pint of vodka, a half pint of bourbon and a small container of orange juice.
"Screwdriver, Sam?"
She nodded yes. He mixed the ingredients, and added ice, and pushed the glass across the table to her. He poured himself a double and a half of bourbon, straight. He picked up his glass and gave a toast.
"To old times…"
Sam raised her glass and connected hers with his. They 'clinked'.
"Sorry I woke you. How have you been, Sam?"
"OK, you?"
"Worse, better… Depends on the day I guess. Pete, the guy that owns the motel told me you were here. The diner two doors down is mine, I live there, in the apartment above it."
"Alone?" She asked.
Fred looked at her, then down at his drink… "Yep, alone. What about you?"
"I'm in Bakersfield. I've been there since… Well, since I left. I'm a waitress at a truck stop just south of town."
"Are you alone?" He asked.
"Yes, alone."
Fred nodded… "Look, if you expected to come up here, and smile at me and want to pick up where we left it, or, to be more precise, where you left it… Not going to happen."
Sam looked at Freddie, expressionless, and nodded. She took another sip of her screwdriver, reached behind her neck and pulled the silver chain out, and released the clasp. She laid the necklace and ring on the table, and pushed it over toward Freddie.
Fred stared at the ring for a moment, and then picked it up. He held the chain at arms length, looking at the ring.
"Still got this, huh…" He said while standing.
She nodded, watching him stand. His face looked grim. He laid the necklace and ring back on the table.
Fred stood in front of her, and took her hands. "Stand up, Sam."
He gave her a hug, and a lopsided smile, stepped back and over to the door. Opening the door, he turned back to Sam and pulled a necklace chain with their wedding rings attached to it out from under his shirt.
"I've still got these also. You better hold on to that engagement ring, you'll probably need it before long, Sam. And, um… are you busy tomorrow? Have you ever been to Disneyland?"
Well now folks
That's it!
Thanks gobs to seddiefan09 for her advice and input
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