Visitations Read Online Free PDF
Author: Jonas Saul
said.
They embraced and kissed again. After separating, Fran and Charlie walked backwards, staring at each other as if they were about to duel.
Then Charlie said something that caused Fran to pause and Matt to punch the metal cabinet his fists rested on.
“Do this, Fran. Do it right. For us. After tomorrow, there will be no going back. You prove to me your love in this action. Don’t do it, and I’ll know who you really are. Understand?”
Fran had stopped now, lingering near the edge of the frame. She nodded at Charlie.
Matt watched as Charlie turned and walked away. Fran stood a moment longer and then disappeared past the frame of the painting.
Exhausted, angry, and scared, Matt turned away from the picture and sat back in his chair. He blew out a long breath and tried to think.
He dropped his face into his hands and wept. His partner had deceived him. His wife had cheated on him. Everything he knew was a lie.
She wanted to kill him.
He rubbed his eyes and tried to stop crying. When Fran came home, he couldn’t have blood-shot eyes. He wiped harder to clear the wet, salty proof. When he had arrested the tears, he saw that the picture was as it always was. The deer was back. The creek had stopped moving. It was as if nothing had ever happened.
He poured himself a scotch, sat back down in his reading chair, and stared at the ceiling. He couldn’t believe what was happening. He needed to do something.
Once he’d laid out the plan’s details in his head, Matt smiled to himself.
He’d show them.
#
“Dinner’s ready.”
For the last hour, Fran had been in the kitchen making their dinner. She had told him that not only was she making lasagna, but that she was adding a new Italian cheese called ricotta instead of cottage cheese. Because it was a new recipe, he had been banned from the kitchen for the last hour.
But now it was ready.
Dead man walking, he said to himself as he started for the kitchen.
The smell was incredible. He was going to miss this. When everything was said and done, he would probably have to learn how to cook lasagna himself.
He entered the kitchen and took a long, deep breath.
“Wow, that smells amazing.”
Fran turned to him and smiled. “It is. I think you’re really going to love the ricotta.”
He was elated to see she had used the glass casserole dish. Without it, things would be more difficult for his plan.
“Bring your plate over so I can serve you,” Fran said.
“Nope. Not tonight.”
Matt stepped over and grabbed a hot plate. He tossed it on the table without looking at Fran’s reaction. A part of him wanted to throttle her.
How dare you try to kill me? You’re nothing now. I don’t care if you stare. I don’t care if you wonder what I’m doing. Fuck you, if you think you have the upper hand.
He grabbed the oven mitts and picked up the lasagna pan.
“We’ll put this baby right on the table so I can easily grab seconds and thirds without having to leave my chair.”
Matt stepped toward the table. He fake-tripped and tossed the lasagna into the air. Fran shouted behind him. He hit the ground and rolled away from the flying glass as the lasagna pan erupted on impact with the hard kitchen floor. Meat and pasta were pierced with chunks of Pyrex. Food ruined. Mission accomplished.
Matt got to his feet and feigned regret. He hugged Fran and thanked her for the effort involved in making such a dish, even though it repulsed him greatly to touch her knowing what her plan had been.
“We’ll order Chinese or pizza. I’m so sorry.”
An hour and a half later, the pizza finished, Fran said she was heading out for her evening run.
Matt only nodded. He didn’t want to talk to her anymore. His anger was taking him over again as he realized how close he’d come to being killed.
She got changed, put on her running shoes, and
They embraced and kissed again. After separating, Fran and Charlie walked backwards, staring at each other as if they were about to duel.
Then Charlie said something that caused Fran to pause and Matt to punch the metal cabinet his fists rested on.
“Do this, Fran. Do it right. For us. After tomorrow, there will be no going back. You prove to me your love in this action. Don’t do it, and I’ll know who you really are. Understand?”
Fran had stopped now, lingering near the edge of the frame. She nodded at Charlie.
Matt watched as Charlie turned and walked away. Fran stood a moment longer and then disappeared past the frame of the painting.
Exhausted, angry, and scared, Matt turned away from the picture and sat back in his chair. He blew out a long breath and tried to think.
He dropped his face into his hands and wept. His partner had deceived him. His wife had cheated on him. Everything he knew was a lie.
She wanted to kill him.
He rubbed his eyes and tried to stop crying. When Fran came home, he couldn’t have blood-shot eyes. He wiped harder to clear the wet, salty proof. When he had arrested the tears, he saw that the picture was as it always was. The deer was back. The creek had stopped moving. It was as if nothing had ever happened.
He poured himself a scotch, sat back down in his reading chair, and stared at the ceiling. He couldn’t believe what was happening. He needed to do something.
Once he’d laid out the plan’s details in his head, Matt smiled to himself.
He’d show them.
#
“Dinner’s ready.”
For the last hour, Fran had been in the kitchen making their dinner. She had told him that not only was she making lasagna, but that she was adding a new Italian cheese called ricotta instead of cottage cheese. Because it was a new recipe, he had been banned from the kitchen for the last hour.
But now it was ready.
Dead man walking, he said to himself as he started for the kitchen.
The smell was incredible. He was going to miss this. When everything was said and done, he would probably have to learn how to cook lasagna himself.
He entered the kitchen and took a long, deep breath.
“Wow, that smells amazing.”
Fran turned to him and smiled. “It is. I think you’re really going to love the ricotta.”
He was elated to see she had used the glass casserole dish. Without it, things would be more difficult for his plan.
“Bring your plate over so I can serve you,” Fran said.
“Nope. Not tonight.”
Matt stepped over and grabbed a hot plate. He tossed it on the table without looking at Fran’s reaction. A part of him wanted to throttle her.
How dare you try to kill me? You’re nothing now. I don’t care if you stare. I don’t care if you wonder what I’m doing. Fuck you, if you think you have the upper hand.
He grabbed the oven mitts and picked up the lasagna pan.
“We’ll put this baby right on the table so I can easily grab seconds and thirds without having to leave my chair.”
Matt stepped toward the table. He fake-tripped and tossed the lasagna into the air. Fran shouted behind him. He hit the ground and rolled away from the flying glass as the lasagna pan erupted on impact with the hard kitchen floor. Meat and pasta were pierced with chunks of Pyrex. Food ruined. Mission accomplished.
Matt got to his feet and feigned regret. He hugged Fran and thanked her for the effort involved in making such a dish, even though it repulsed him greatly to touch her knowing what her plan had been.
“We’ll order Chinese or pizza. I’m so sorry.”
An hour and a half later, the pizza finished, Fran said she was heading out for her evening run.
Matt only nodded. He didn’t want to talk to her anymore. His anger was taking him over again as he realized how close he’d come to being killed.
She got changed, put on her running shoes, and
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