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He picks up the gun. He wonders, Why is she bothering me now? It’s over. The papers<br />
are signed, the property divided, the goodbyes said.<br />
He sighs one more time, and then puts down the gun. He checks his pocket for his<br />
keys and wallet and then walks out of the kitchen. At the door, he pauses and turns back<br />
to regard the gun and the glass of wine. He smiles. They’ll still be here when he gets<br />
back…<br />
III<br />
The young executive leans against the lamppost on the corner of 5th and Main.<br />
His vision wavers as the five beers he imbibed at the bistro and two Seconal tablets<br />
he’d stolen from his secretary’s desk work their magic. He loosens his tie.<br />
The young exec waits for the right moment. Timing is everything. He knows that one<br />
must not only take into account all the perspectives of a situation, but one must anticipate<br />
the unexpected.<br />
He failed. Today, his former supervisor handed in his resignation which foiled the<br />
young exec’s plans to fabricate the evidence he needed to set up the man for<br />
embezzlement charges.<br />
It would’ve never worked, he realizes. His former boss was honest and meticulous to a<br />
fault. The partners would never believe the man stole the money, despite his messy<br />
divorce and expensive alimony payments.<br />
He’d kept his cool from the most of the day, through the board meeting, and then<br />
through a conference call. Only his secretary seemed to divine that something was wrong.<br />
He’d caught her staring at him several times through the afternoon.<br />
Timing is everything, he repeats to himself. The young exec counts cars as they pass.<br />
He’s waiting for the right momen for something big and flashy, like a Hummer or a<br />
BMW X5. He might consider a bus; plenty of them whiz by at five minute intervals, but a<br />
bus is so ordinary.<br />
His eyelids grow heavy. The lights from passing cars sprout beams like starfish; their<br />
tendrils brush against his eyes, his cheeks, and his lips. He hears the familiar roar of an<br />
SUV in the distance; the urgent rumble of the engine as the vehicle speeds closer to the<br />
intersection.<br />
Smiling, the young exec counts; one… he straightens his tie … two… he opens his<br />
eyes wide to welcome the shining beams of light… three… he steps off the curb…<br />
IV<br />
The candles glimmer over the surface of the water as the secretary slides her naked,<br />
slender body into the tub. A rubber ducky floats by, its head comically bobs up and<br />
down.<br />
A tear escapes her right eye and slowly drips down the side of her face where it lands<br />
with a soft “plop” in the water. She giggles at the sound. Plop, flop, stop… the finality of<br />
her situation weighs upon her brow.<br />
The stainless steel blade cuts through the water as her right hand emerges, holding<br />
tightly to the knife’s wooden shaft. The secretary leisurely bends the blade back and forth