It Had Been Years by Michael Malflic Read Free Book Online Page B

called one before.  Good night ladies.”  And with that he simply walked across the room, stopping for a few brief words with other patron’s here and there before disappearing into the street.
    Turning to Donna, “Can you believe that moron?”  She was met with the unsympathetic reply of “He seemed nice enough to me.”  Nadrea just shuttered “And the serial killer next door is always nice, average, church going guy.”  From there the conversation turned to his detached demeanor, his redeeming qualities in Nadrea’s case was his physical presence that was most appealing and held great promise.
    When Vince walked away all conversations like the one he had just had stopped, it was now just a part of the past, filed away with no special meaning or associations.  If they saw each other again OK and if not it killed some time during a passing interlude.
    As he walked up street he thought to himself  she’s more like Cosmo than rolling stone he thought to himself causing him to laugh out loud.
     
     
     
     
     

Day after day
     
    Day follows night as was most often the case.  Day didn’t always follow night and night didn’t always follow day because in some cases one simply continued on to become the other.  In this particular case the day that followed the night as was usually the case was  a Monday.  A Monday filled with gray skies, and traffic and rain.  As Nadrea first stirred it was like any other.  First, turn up the stereo to kill the silence in her home and in this case drown out the reminders that a few solitary moments of quite might bring of the night before.    No victory to celebrate, no conquest to revel in, no new deep dark chapter of her sexuality awakened or no exciting need fulfilled.  To the treadmill as the volume of NiN’s (Nine Inch Nails) “Pretty Hate Machine” echoed through the workout room.  Sixty minutes later she was breathing heavily and covered in sweat as her recently taxed body tried to cool itself with a mixture of what could have been sweat and the vodka from the night before.  But there were things to do and other victories to be had “the silly arrogant bastard” she thought to herself.
    In yet another part of town the Husker was up an hour earlier than Nadrea and in his office reading documents, reviewing briefs and dodging, quite adeptly mind you, Christy’s probing questions.  Friends come and go, but the business at hand was duty, his responsibility to so many others and his life.  Not very often did he have a moment to himself, alone focusing on what he wanted rather than the wants and needs of others.  For just a brief second he lost his focus.  Thinking of something other than the task at hand, he thought of brushing his teeth Sunday morning before coffee, the freedom of for a few briefs hours in a wired and demanding world of being hopelessly lost to most and completely unaccounted for.
    Around the midpoint between the Husker being ever so minutely adrift and the time when Nadrea entered the office with category 4 hurricane force winds and rage. Vincent heard that his flight “Is now above 10,000 feet.  You may now use approved electronic devices.  However cell phones, and pagers are not approved for use anytime during this flight.  For a list of approved devices please turn to page 113 of our complimentary in flight magazine.”  He removes his Ipod from its case, placed the headset in his ears and spent the next six and a half hours on a plane flying from Regan National to San Jose.  He was grateful that he could leave from National, the commute to Dulles was miserable and the train to BWI with bags in tow was not at all convenient.  Other than the brief passing intellectual ponderence on whether or not bad airline food was better than no airline food.  He was lost in the happy sounds of an innocent era 50’s Doo Wop & the classic sounds of the late great Momma Cass and the Momma’s and the Poppa’s Vincent was lost in his