The Fine Print: Daniel Knauf and HBO own Carnivale and, unfortunately, Justin and Iris.
Minutes Like Hours
By twinb80
Chapter Seven: Calling All Cars
The next morning Norman awoke to find himself in the guest bedroom downstairs. The night came rushing back to him and he cringed as he remembered how he let his lust get the better of him. Some time in the night, he and Iris had moved their love making to this room. As he looked around the room, the images of the night before came back to haunt him. He saw them rolling around on the bed and saw Iris's face before him. The room had echoed with their moans. Since no one else had been in the house they had been as loud as they wanted to be.
Blood filled Norman's face as he recalled the look of pleasure on her face as he came within her. Had she called out his name? He didn't remember if she had or not. He was grateful that they hadn't ended up in her childhood room or in his bedroom. That was the only thing he was grateful for about last night. He had sunk down into depravity and ruined Iris's good name in the process. How would she treat him now? How would she look at him now? How did he face his wife when she returned home? Or Justin for that matter?
Justin. Norman shuddered at the thought of Iris telling Justin what had happened between them. And she would. They told each other everything. Norman knew that. He closed his eyes, praying to never be able to open them again. But his prayer went unanswered .He finally decided to look to the right side of the bed where Iris had fallen asleep. He was surprised to find she wasn't there. Why would she be? She had probably woken up and ran from him and this room. Norman did not blame her. The clock in the hallway chimed eight times, letting Norman know he should be up and out of bed by now. He got out of the bed and quickly made his way back to his bedroom. There he showered and put on clean clothes. But he still felt unclean from the night before. Not that their little affair the night before hadn't been wonderful. It had been and Iris had surprised him more. She appeared to be another person entirely during the course of the night. And Norman had responded to this young passionate person who lay before him.
But now he dreaded seeing how Iris would react to him now. He could hear her moving around downstairs. No doubt preparing breakfast for him, herself and Rose. My God. Rose. She would be home any minute and Norman dreaded facing her. He would have to tell her what had happened between Iris and himself. He could not lie to her. He owed her that much. And if she left him then he would accept that. He would have to. Norman Balthus knew he had no other choice to make. So he quietly exited his bedroom and went downstairs.
