Its Return (continuation of “Almost”)

It had been dark at least an hour when the doorbell rang.  I should have been asleep, but it was a Friday night, and Y107 was playing requests.  My Sony jambox was just low enough that my parents couldn’t hear it over “Dallas,” and I had a blank cassette poised to record “Money for Nothing” if Coyote McCloud played it for me.

I flicked the switch to “tape” to silence the radio.  I heard the chain slide off and the deadbolt retract on our front door. Then, my dad’s voice.  A few seconds of silence.  Then dad’s voice again, and a closing door followed by a re-engaged deadbolt and sliding chain.

I parted the closed mini blinds a couple inches and looked out the window.  The rust-colored sedan with a row of silver bolts down its side that had come after me a week before was now in our driveway.

My chest did that thing it did the first time I saw the “Thriller” video when our babysitter let us watch MTV.  I let the blinds snap shut and ran into the den.

Me:  “Who was that?”
Dad:  “He said he was collecting money for Big Brothers…”
Me:  “At 9?  Dad, that’s the car that….”
Dad:  “I thought it was strange, too; I didn’t give him anything.”
Me:  “That’s the guy who came after me when you were out of town last week!”

Dad said he didn’t think the guy would come back and not to worry about it; I should get some sleep.

But he did come back.

7 Comments on “Its Return (continuation of “Almost”)

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