I do not own American Horror Story: Freakshow.
And really, we aren't even in Freakshow territory anymore, are we?
The Lost Orphan Boy and The Daughter of the Jupiter Freaks
Finally Some Alone Time, Sort Of
Somewhere between all the food and sex Annabel wanted to have . . .
". . . sex, we can get pizza!"
. . . he managed to call his new in-laws.
"Sure, I mean if that's what you . . ."
"Or we can call for pizza and have sex while we wait!"
Just to check on Sam.
"Hi, Mrs. Walker? This is Patrick. I just wanted to call and check on Sam."
I can't help it.
He's my dog.
And a lot has been going on lately.
"Well, he's just fine, darling, just fine. How's the honeymoon?"
"Ummm, well, it's, uh, great."
"Wonderful!"
And then . . .
"Patrick . . ."
. . . they back got to . . .
"Annabel . . ."
. . . other things.
Like . . .
". . . at this!"
I can't.
. . . the beach.
I can't see anything but your swimsuit.
And it was a good swimsuit.
High cut and low plunging and pale pink.
And completely . . .
You . . . you don't think you could wear it later in our room, do you?
. . . fantastic.
Not his sunburn.
The really, really, really bad sunburn.
It was awful.
And it was all over him.
He was red.
Bright red.
Bright bright red.
"Oh, I'm sorry, baby, I never thought you'd burn so badly."
And then Annabel, his wife, brought out . . .
Uh, . . .
. . . a jar of honey.
Annabel?
And did not use it the way Desiree Dupree . . .
Oh. Okay.
I think.
. . . would have.
Even if either one of them had ever known anything about her.
They went out to dinner.
They walked around sightseeing.
They made love.
And they went . . .
Wow.
We sure don't have these in Colorado.
. . . whale watching.
Seal watching.
Everything . . .
The Atlantic Ocean is incredible.
Oh.
I mean, The Gulf of Mexico.
. . . watching.
How much water do you all have around here?
And he knew them.
He trusted them.
But he also . . .
"Hi, Mrs. Walker. It's Patrick."
. . . couldn't help himself.
"I just, uh, . . ."
I mean, he's my responsibility.
He's my dog.
"I wanted to to check in on Sam."
And I miss him.
Four days.
Four days of complete and utter freedom with no cares in the entire world.
Everything paid for, food, room, activities.
Someone else cleaned everything up, even though Patrick did his absolute best not to leave anything to clean up.
It was like nothing he had ever experienced in his life.
They'd had chores, at the orphanage, and of course, school studies.
He'd never, not once in his life, been without some sort of responsibility in life until now.
He still thought about the baby, still worried about the baby, still thought of and worried about Annabel and the effect this continued upheaval would have upon her in the future.
But, he had to admit, it was all much farther away during that long, luxurious honeymoon.
He didn't even get sunburned until the third day.
And checkout . . .
". . . is at eleven."
"Yep, which means we have just enough time for sex!"
"Um, Annabel?"
"Oh, right. You're all lobstered up."
"Sorry."
"No, hang on. I think I may have an idea. Do you trust me?"
"Um . . . yes?"
"Good, come here."
Wow.
. . . was on the fourth day.
As it turned out, along with being a brazen and open audiophile . . .
"Did you get everything?"
"Yeah."
"Okay. I'll go to the bathroom and then we can go."
"Okay."
. . . Patrick's darling Annabel also seemed to be something of a closeted . . .
"Annabel, did you steal the little bottles of shampoo from the bathroom?"
. . . kleptomaniac.
"Well, you asked if I had gotten everything."
Maybe not so closeted.
She probably would have stolen the clothes hangers too.
"U, are you sure it's okay."
"Yeah, I mean . . ."
If they weren't attached . . .
". . . they expect it, Patrick."
. . . to the rod.
"Um, . . ."
"Trust me."
"Okay."
"Are you gonna miss it here? The beach. The sun. The waves?"
"Yeah. A little. But I miss Sam. And your moms' cooking. And your dad's jokes."
"We've only been gone four days."
"I know. But . . ."
"It's home?"
"Yeah. I know you don't-"
"No. It's okay. It's not so bad. Plus, we get to open up all our wedding gifts when we get there!"
"Oh. Yeah."
"Wanna lay a bet to see how many toasters we got?"
"Oh, uh . . ."
"Annabel!"
"Darling!"
"Patrick!"
"Hey, got a little burned there, huh?"
"Jimmy!"
I'm home.
Have I mentioned how much I adore Jimmy and Bette and Dot?
And Patrick?
And Annabel?
Anyway, thanks for reading this short little chapter and happy reading of whatever else you like.
:)