Chapter 9, Part 3
The trip seemed to take forever for Candice. The Twins Hope and Faith sat on either side of Allen talking the entire trip. Candice wore a dress so she would fit in with civilized society. Allen said very little. He just stared at Candice. His stare felt a little intrusive. A few years ago, she would have done anything for such a man. As a typesetter, she could read many articles from some of the best journalist from around the world. Allen Wright was among her favorite. As a girl, she dreamed of marrying such a man. As a young woman, she dreamed of being such a man. Or, at least writing like such a man.
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By the second week they finally made it to San Francisco. Somehow the twins still had something to say. Both Candice and Allen could ignore them. It was like they were the only ones in the coach. Candice felt a little exposed and afraid of what could happen. As she often did throughout her day Candice touched the gun. She had her Colt Peacemaker in a hand bag made just for the gun so no one would know she was armed. It wouldn’t be lady like. Neither was the knife in her boot. The dress felt like a costume to her. Like she was trying to be someone else. She like who she was warts and all.
The made it to their hotel just before dark. They had three rooms waiting for them with Hope and Faith sharing a room. The twins spent most of the night with Candice while Allen went out looking for some of his old contacts. Hope asked, “so what was it like being with Edward. Do the hands match the loins?” Candice thought to herself, “ok they are virgins.” It was a running question between her and Edward about the twins. Candice replied, “I am really going to miss him tonight.” The innuendo hung in the air. Hope said, “Wellington would just lay there as we did all the work.” Candice’s jaw dropped. Faith said, “and there wasn’t much to work with” As she said it she held up her little finger and wagged it. The girls including Candice laughed.
In the morning Candice, Allen and the twins went to meet with an old friend of Allen. His name was Kurt Draper. He ran a successful finance company that had just recently moved to the west coast. He was looking for new investments. Draper was also an ass hole. He stood about 5’2” in a white suit, black tie and a straw hat. He wouldn’t talk finance to Candice or as he said, “the girls.” At one point he said to Candice, “you didn’t really write this story did you. Girls can’t write good fiction just romance crap.” As he said this he put his hand on Candice’s knee. In a sudden move that shocked everyone in the room Candice stood up and drew her gun. She put the barrel to his head and said, “keep your fucking hands off me.” She then shot him in the head.
Draper’s hand moved a little closer to her lap as Candice fantasied about shooting him. Allen said, “you should meet her husband. He was the inspiration for the Knuckle Smash Kid.” Draper pulled his hand back like it was slapped or stabbed. He withdrew his hand and said, “I guess we can talk.” By the end of the meeting they had the finances to build a press and warehouse in San Francisco. It was decided that Allen would deal with Draper from now on or risk Candice ending him. That night the four went out to dinner then drinks. By 10pm the twins were drunk and wanting to go back to the hotel. Allen bought a bottle of whiskey and something else Candice didn’t recognize.
The next day Candice found herself in a mistake. Lying next to her was a naked and sleeping Allen. She was also naked. She tried to remember what happened. She remembered him knocking on her door. The whiskey. Then some sort of smoking pipe and something that wasn’t tobacco. Allen has said something about not wanting to be alone. He kissed her then she remembers being under him then on top of him. She couldn’t deny it to herself that she did think about it. Even before the trip, she would think about him and who he was. Edward was her husband. He was the one and only man she ever made love with. He was also many miles away. She realized if she was going to be able to go back home this couldn’t happen again. She also realized it would happen again. Allen had the adjoining room. So, he just went back through the adjoining door.
The next day they toured possible sites. Candice saw the ocean. She never thought in her wildest dreams she would see another ocean. She was from Baltimore, Maryland and saw the Atlantic Ocean as a girl. Now here she was on the other side of the continent staring at the Pacific. Candice couldn’t stop thinking about that night. She didn’t understand how she could just do that without even a hesitation. The man helping them tour sites said, “the waterfront was the cheapest because no one will want to live near it. I guarantee that San Francisco lot prices would remain cheap forever.”
That night they went out again. Dinner and drinks. Eventually there was a knock at Candice’s door. The adjoining door. She opened it knowing what it meant. Allen said, “we should talk about last night.” They talked some meaningless talk that eventually lead to touching and kissing. Sober, the act didn’t feel the same. This opium they smoked did something that made the act feel ok but know it felt dirty and vial. Candice said, “don’t come inside me.” Somewhere between come and inside Allen came. The act done, nothing was left to do but try and forget about it. She realized she didn’t want this. She wanted her husband and her town. Allen was a journalist hero, but you shouldn’t meet your heroes.
The next day Candice left San Francisco and the others. Allen would be left to run the day-to-day operations with Hope and Faith really running things. It was apparent Allen would have to act as their beard. It as apropos. Allen also needed a beard himself. Some to help him hide who he really was. That night after they had sex, Allen told her he was trying to convince himself he could love a woman. He said he was a homosexual. Candice wasn’t formilar with the word put she could enunciate the word out to find the meaning. Back in Baltimore they would say fruit or just sodomite. He said, “I am so sorry I used you like that. I just wanted my life to be a little easier.” She thought about this as the coach slowly made its way back home to Edward and the life she earned. The life she loved.
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