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Fatal Fugue (Excerpt)

by Patricia Brine

April: Edmonton

“Look, we need more money, and I have a plan,” Stewart  said as he lay in bed flicking the ashes from his cigarette into Tessa’s be-ringed bellybutton.

                “Ouch, that hurts, you clown. Stop it, or I’m getting up and leaving here right now,” she said. “You always have a plan, and none of them have worked so far.”

                “Ah…but this one is a sure thing. And it won’t cost us too much. This one will set us up for life,” Stewart  said with enthusiasm.

                “So go ahead and tell me,” Tessa replied in a bored voice. This guy was a lousy dreamer. He was always enthusiastic about each new idea, and she was getting tired of setting him straight. “You’re going to, anyway, so I might as well hear it now and get it over with.”

    “All right. Since you’re so cheerful about it,” Stewart  said sarcastically. “You know my mom.”          

    “I’ve seen her, but I don’t think she’s seen me,” Tessa commented wryly. “She’s that rich university-type babe you pointed out to me the other day.” She rolled onto her side so she could look at Stewart . “So what about her? You going to get her to set you up with a trust fund to pay your expenses for life?”

                “Shut up and listen. She hasn’t done anything for me since she married that asshole, my adopted father. I wasn’t going to let him adopt me after they got married, but he thought he was doing ‘the right thing’ by me, and I thought what the hell, so I went along with it. I thought maybe it would mean a bigger allowance and plenty of gifts, but it didn’t. Still, I see now it was a good thing after all.” Stewart  looked at Tessa’s beautiful long bottle-blond hair with shades of blues and greens artfully distributed throughout. He looked into her big blue eyes, then let his eyes wander down to the rings on her nipples. He was tempted to pull on one, but thought better of it. It wouldn’t be good for business.

                “So keep going. Why have you suddenly decided it was a good idea?” she asked.

                “It isn’t suddenly. About three years ago, the old creep inherited a lot of money…like, a lot. More than you can imagine. But did he share it around, or even live a good life? No. He and my poor old mother still live in the same house and live the same way as they did before, except my mother no longer goes to her boring old job as a secretary in the music department. What is important is I’ve figured out how I can get my hands on some of it, since he isn’t using it, anyway,” Stewart  continued.

                “So get on with it.” Tessa sat up in impatience and regarded her companion. He was lying on his back, half covered with the sheet.