Status: Complete: Might plan a re-write in the future.
The Sharpest Lives
Lisa's POV
~ ~Lisa’s P.O.V.~ ~
After two more eventless nights, I was excited it was Saturday. Sheri wasn’t feeling good, so she was staying home. I said to call if she needed anything, then I headed out. Frank called me and told me where to meet him. I went to the park at ten and met him. He seemed troubled though.
“Hey,” I said.
“Ready?” he asked, smiling.
“Yep.” We started to walk. “So, where we going?”
“You’ll see.”
We walked in silence. I would glance at him and see his unhappy expression.
“What’s wrong? You seem troubled.”
“Huh? Oh, nothing. I’m fine.”
“But not a very good liar.”
“I’m fine.”
I nodded and shut up. I had a chance to get a good guy, and I didn’t want to blow it. There was another period of time listening to my boots tap the cement. I glanced over at him again. His hands were shoved in his jeans pockets. There was something about him. Something mysterious. Whatever it was, I liked it.
“How much longer?” I asked, looking at my watch.
“Not much.”
“I have to say, I’m shocked I haven’t met you before, because I lived with Linda for two years. After my mom died.”
“I’m never really home much. I usually stay with my friends.”
“Oh. I’ve never seen you with your friends.”
“You’ll meet them. Maybe tomorrow we can meet somewhere.”
“Lunch? I dunno. It’s awfully quiet out tonight, isn’t it?”
“A little.”
“Not much going on in the last month. What?” I noticed he stopped walking.
“Here, come on.”
I looked at the cemetery gates. I was a bit skeptical. Through the darkness, I saw his smile. A warm smile. Trust me, it said. I looked at my watch. It was eleven-thirty.
“Come on, it won’t take long.”
I stepped towards him and we walked in. We wandered for a bit then he stopped. I looked at the mausoleum.
“Someone special to you?” I turned my head to him, standing behind me.
“In a way, yes. The reason I wanted you to come here was because I have some friends that want to meet you.”
His voice sounded hurt. I looked and saw his head hanging. I was about to ask him what was wrong, but a voice rang out.