...IN THE ROOM
The blood mixes with the water, running from my hair and down my legs to the drain, a swirling remnant of Big's life. Now it's over for him. I know nothing of the man and couldn't write a eulogy. The heat burns my eyes as I think what it all means. And all I know is there is no meaning. This empty life goes on and on until it doesn't. Until you and I and everyone that walks joins the void.
I hear a voice in the room, a familiar one.
"Are you okay, Ella?" George asks, standing in the doorway. I would bet he's been there the entire time.
I don't know and I keep silent, letting the water run until it's clear. Turning the faucet off, I step from the shower and into a silk robe he holds for me.
"Am I still Master with Ray around?" I ask.
"You will be master. No need to worry yourself with such questions."
A curious answer, but I do not respond to it. I sit in front of the mirror and scan the dressing table. There are combs and brushes and hair care products, everything a girl could need. Seems George bought one of everything. I smile at his thoughtfulness and stifle a laugh thinking how lucky I am Peter didn't do the shopping.
"Do I really have to share space with Peter?"
"He can't guard you part-time. That defeats the purpose. And you'll see he is far more than a bodyguard."
"Can you explain that?" I ask, but he shrugs and instead puts a few pills on the dressing table.
He hands me a glass of water. "Take these. You'll sleep."
I take the pills and allow him to brush my hair. Within minutes my eyes begin to feel heavy and I rise from the chair.
"I need to lay down," I say.
"As it should be. When you wake, the entire mess will be history." He pulls the covers down and helps me to bed, tucking me in as if I am a small child. But I don't mind. No, his kindness brings a tear to my eye.
He turns on the stereo and begins the music. I hear classical music and allow myself to fall into the violins. The exhaustion and the pills and the music take me down and down and down...