Kiss of Death, Page 3
Michael Power
their noses rubbed in the worst parts of human nature. She knew that the same thing would never happen to her because she’d also seen the best. She turned to look at Tommy as they pulled up in front of his apartment. He didn’t seem to notice that the car had stopped.
“We’re here,” she said.
He fumbled at the door in the hopes of making another unobtrusive getaway but she stopped him. “I want you to take this,” she blurted. She pulled a card from her pocket. “It’s the number of a counselor. He’s very good. I know he can help you. I’ve seen him do it before.” Tommy was surprised by how quickly she spoke, as if she was possessed by a nervous energy. She turned the card over and scribbled self-consciously on the back. “I’m putting my number on here too. Give me a call if you have any questions.” She looked like she wanted to say more so he waited. “Or if you just want to talk.”
Tommy’s eyebrows pulled together as he looked at her and his brain started to uncramp. He let go of everything he was too tired to hold back. Then he did something that suddenly seemed inappropriate — he shook her hand. The flesh of her palm was a warm and supple reminder of her mouth as it firmly returned his gesture.
“Thank you Officer Lopez,” he said and then watched in wonder as her lips uncurled and spread apart at the edges to reveal a warm and winning smile.
“Emily.”
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“We’re here,” she said.
He fumbled at the door in the hopes of making another unobtrusive getaway but she stopped him. “I want you to take this,” she blurted. She pulled a card from her pocket. “It’s the number of a counselor. He’s very good. I know he can help you. I’ve seen him do it before.” Tommy was surprised by how quickly she spoke, as if she was possessed by a nervous energy. She turned the card over and scribbled self-consciously on the back. “I’m putting my number on here too. Give me a call if you have any questions.” She looked like she wanted to say more so he waited. “Or if you just want to talk.”
Tommy’s eyebrows pulled together as he looked at her and his brain started to uncramp. He let go of everything he was too tired to hold back. Then he did something that suddenly seemed inappropriate — he shook her hand. The flesh of her palm was a warm and supple reminder of her mouth as it firmly returned his gesture.
“Thank you Officer Lopez,” he said and then watched in wonder as her lips uncurled and spread apart at the edges to reveal a warm and winning smile.
“Emily.”
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