Belham, Massachusetts – maybe it made moments like she had just shared with Tony all the more special.
Smiling, she listened to the rain drumming against the roof and drifted off to sleep.
Carol Cranmore woke up from a dream where she had been named prom queen – totally ridiculous because she had no interest in proms. Both she and Tony had boycotted this year’s junior prom and went to dinner and the movies instead.
Still, there was one aspect of the dream she liked, the part where she felt accepted by everyone gathered around the front stage, clapping for her. And she might have stayed there, wrapped in that warm memory if it wasn’t for the noise that sounded like a car backfiring. She reached across the dark for Tony.
The other side of the bed was warm but empty. Had he gone home?
Carol had told him he could stay over. Her mother was heading over to her new boyfriend’s house in Walpole after her shift at the paper factory. Walpole was a closer ride to her job in Needham, so that meant Carol had the house to herself to do whatever she wanted, and what she wanted was for Tony to spend the night. He had called his mother and told her he was crashing at a friend’s house.
The candles were still burning on her nightstand. Carol sat up. It was almost two a.m.
Tony’s clothes were still on the floor. He was probably using the bathroom.
Carol had a case of the munchies from the pot. A bag of Fritos and a Mountain Dew would hit the spot.
She pulled back the sheet and stood naked, a tall girl for her age, her body long and lean, developing curves in the right places. She didn’t put any clothes on, didn’t mind being naked around Tony, who kept telling her how beautiful she was. He couldn’t keep his hands off her. She opened the bedroom door, the night-light from the bathroom cutting the darkness in the hallway.
‘Tony, you mind making a run to the 7-Eleven?’
He didn’t answer. She peeked inside the bathroom and saw that he wasn’t in there.
Maybe he was using the downstairs bathroom for some privacy.
There were some Ritz crackers in the kitchen cabinet. She could snack on those until Tony was done in the bathroom.
A cold draft was coming from the hallway. She put on her underwear and Tony’s white shirt. Walking made her feel dizzy. Several times she had to reach out and touch the wall.
The kitchen door was wide open, as was the door leading to the back porch. Tony hadn’t left; his car keys and wallet were inside his Red Sox baseball hat sitting on top of the counter. Probably went outside for a smoke, she thought. Her mother didn’t have many rules, but she was dead set against smoking in the house, hated the way it stunk up the furniture.
Carol poked her head out into the small hallway and saw the rain pounding the street, the sound hard and unrelenting, a steady throbbing hum in her ears. Parked in front of Tony’s car was a black van that had seen better days. One of the van’s back doors was wide open, swinging in the driving wind that was blowing curtains of rain across the street. She thought she heard the creak of the door’s hinges, knowing she was imagining it. Good Lord, she was high.
The van probably belonged to her next-door neighbor’s son, Peter Lombardo, who had a habit of disappearing for months at a stretch only to return home, miserable and broke, then staying long enough to save up enough money to disappear again. Peter must have forgotten to lock up, probably in a rush to get inside, out of the rain.
Carol was thinking about going outside and shutting the doors – there was a raincoat in the front door closet – when she heard Tony step up behind her. He grabbed her hard around the waist and lifted her up. Carol giggled as she turned to kiss him.
A hand came up and clamped a foul-smelling cloth over her mouth.
Carol turned away, clawing at the man’s wrist as he tried to carry her back inside the kitchen. Her foot hit the wall and, using it as leverage, she kicked the man backward against the doorjamb. He let her go. She dropped to the floor.
Dizzy, she felt dizzy because there was something on the rag. She could barely move, but she saw the rag on the floor. The