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Denver Cereal, Volume 1, Chapter Three: What he's missing... (part one)


(part one)

“Back off, Trevor,” Jill’s brother Steve growled.

Jill’s head jerked to see Trevor storming toward her. Steve put his arm on Trevor’s shoulder and pushed him away from Jill and Jacob. Turning to Jill, Steve said under his breath, “Get this over with.”

“Jill, I need to speak with you,” Trevor said.

Standing, Jill put her hand on Steve’s arm.

“It’s all right,” Jill said to Steve. “What do you want, Trevor?”

“Why are you here?” Trevor’s eyes were slits of rage and indignation.

“To celebrate your new life,” Jill said. “I’m very happy for you.”

“Bullshit,” Trevor spit the fury packed words at Jill. “You show up in your ‘get lucky’ boots to celebrate my new life?”

“What I wear is no concern of yours,” Jill said. “Anyway, I’m just a one night stand.”

“Ah, Jill, what did you expect me to say?”

“‘I love her with every cell in my body, every fiber in my being, every thought in my head, and every action in my life,’” Jill imitated his voice. “That’s what you used to tell everyone, including me.”

“Jill, please try to understand. I still love …”

“Don’t even start. You threw me away. You threw away our friends. We were all too low class for you. Yet …”

“I know that look. What are you up to?”

“All your low-class ex-friends are here, Trev. Look around.” Jill leaned into him. Her face was less than an inch from his face. “We came to wish you a nice new life as far away from us as possible.”

She watched surprise, then fear flash through Trevor’s eyes. She took his glass of champagne, drained it, and then gave it back to him.

“Thanks,” she said.

She raised one eyebrow in challenge. He opened his mouth then shifted to neutral. Jill turned to see what he was looking at and saw Megan. She was wearing a server’s uniform and, holding a cordless microphone.

Jill beamed at her oldest sister. Only Megan could be completely loving and absolutely disapproving at the same time.

“Go on, sis,” Megan said.

Jill took the microphone.

“May I have your attention, please? I’d like to make a little toast to the happy couple.”

The crowd moved to get a view of Jill, and the rich girl came to hold Trevor’s hand.

“But first, in order to launch Trevor into his new life, we wanted to share some photos with you.”

The lights fell and a screen came down from the ballroom ceiling. The band began to play “The Way We Were.” As the crowd became silent and a photo flashed on the screen. Trevor’s rich girl started screaming.

“I don’t know what’s here … Oh, you can’t turn it off. When you trust a working person to set things up for you, you should check his loyalties first.”

The rich girl stomped to the back of the ballroom to scream at the ballroom staff.

“Um … this is a photo of Trevor and me at our junior high school dance. Aren’t we cute?”

A picture of Trevor and Jill dressed as Raggedy Ann and Andy filled the screen. The photo vibrated with joy and laughter. The image changed to a picture of two wrists with matching “Soul Mates” tattoos in scripted blue letters.

“Those are our tattoos.”

Jill turned over her arm to show the tattoo still inked on her wrist. Glancing at Trevor, he held up his wrist. His tattoo was gone. His blank wrist combined with his nasty smile knocked the wind out of her. She gasped for breath. She gawked at him.

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