Woah Red, eat a bad turnip? Caputo straightened his tie before walking into Healys office. What's up with her?
Sam shook the last few minutes from his head.
Oh, some family stuff. Her boys are being a little rowdy without her.
Well, she shoulda thought of that before she got sent to prison. He exentuated prison before dropping down onto the chair on the other side of Sam's desk. So, Saturday was fun. Never thought I'd see a fun side to you Sammy.
He rolled his eyes. Yeah, he'd gotten drunk with other adults for the first time in a long time and then fucked his wife until she walked funny, but Sam felt gross. Like Red was the woman he was cheating on–which if he thought about it, she was.
Think we should do it again, my band is playing in two weeks, same place.
Sure, Sam wrote it down. Caputo went to give him a fist bump, but when Sam didn't respond, he just shook his head. Two weeks, bring that pretty little wife of yours too. A little eye candy. Eh?
And then it hit him, Katya and Caputo had eyed each other all night. And then a drunk Katya wanted to have sex every way she could think of?
Then another thought, all of the sex had started after her mother's death. At first he'd thought the mother had been the problem, but now…every time she got sad, she'd pull him into bed. Tear at his clothes wherever they were.
Now he wondered if the sex was to get her mind off of her mother.
And he'd just let Red walk out feeling like the piece of shit that HE was. Sam slumped into his desk chair. There was a silver flask hiding in the locked drawer. He took a large swig before kicking the metal desk.
Meanwhile, Red sat in her bunk, blanket pulled up to her nose and faced the wall. If she focused on the one little speck there, she would forget about Sam fucking Healy.
The two weeks went by in a flash. With Red completely ignoring him, Sam was able to push her to the side and focus on the paper work piling up on his desk. But every so often, she would creep in, taunting him.
And when he went home, Katya would lather him up with kisses and sweet sayings, but he couldn't help but wonder how much of it she wanted to be Joe Caputo.
Sam Healy was lost in a land of limbo.
It became more and more clear as to who his heart belonged to. Each touch and kiss and Russian word Katya said, all he could hear and feel was Red.
His Red.
But he'd messed that one up when he'd let her walk out of his office.
The night of the "concert" came and Sam couldn't wait for it to be over.
Katya dressed up in a tight pair of jeans and a low cut top. When she put on the pair of high heels, Sam suspected something was seriously up.
They sat near the middle and once Caputo saw them he bought them a round of drinks. Katya bounced along to the music, but Sam couldn't get into it at all.
He'd been raised by a manic-depressive mother, and two hippie siblings. 80's rock did nothing for him.
On the band's first break, Joe came and plopped down next to Katya.
What'd you think?
I like! She had to yell over the rowdy group of college kids that stumbled in. Sam heard her, but Caputo didnt. And when she noticed, she leaned in real close to him. Her chest pressing against Sam's boss.
The longer Sam stayed, the more his head hurt.
Before too long he was ready for bed.
But Katya wasnt. She was ready to take on the world.
We'll take care of her!
One of the bandmate's wife hollered over the music. All the other women were lit up.
Oh Sam, please. You rest, she moved in close to him, and I'll wake you up when I get home.
Against his better judgement, Sam agreed.
But before he could walk out the soor, Katya jumped out of her chair and gave him a bear hug and a deep, passionate kiss.
Sam saw Caputo watching out of the corner of his eye and Sam couldn't stop himself. He grabbed his wife's ass hard before waving goodbye to his boss.
He went home to an empty house full of feminine decoration and an empty bed with a dozen pillows that were "decoration only". What the hell was the point of a pillow if you couldn't use it?