06-01-2022, 01:44 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-01-2022, 01:44 AM by Lollobionda. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
But why should this coincidence bother him now, there were many of these cars.
Martin held up the tailgate for her while she took out the basket, which was perhaps half full.
But when he let go, the lid actually crashed down and latched with a clanging sound.
But when Martin checked to make sure the tailgate was fully closed, he noticed that the gap between the tailgate and the wing did not match. Curious, he went to the front and looked at the wing against the light.
He didn't really think about it, it was more of an intuition.
"Is something wrong?" asked Marilyn anxiously.
"I don't know, probably just a figment of my imagination," was all he said, but it was clear to see that the rear wing had not exactly been expertly spackled and repainted.
"Did you have an accident there?" he asked now, although he did feel rather stupid now.
"Yes," Marilyn said rather curiously about why Martin was asking,
"last Christmas of all years. Robert told me that he had taken a street post. He was quite upset about it because he had given the car a blue colour with a foil like that only a fortnight before. He had liked it better. After the accident, it was pretty tattered on the wing and he had a football buddy take it off over Christmas and he repaired the rest. Why, is something wrong?"
Everything seemed to be spinning in Martin's head.
He heard his son's words again:
"Yes, but then she said that I shouldn't be sad any more, because otherwise she's sad too, and that she'd prefer it if we were really great fun too. Then she's happy too. And that I'm sure daddy will soon find me another mummy who will love me very much."
"Are you all right?" He heard Marilyn's voice only from a distance and although the floor was freezing cold, he just sat down.
His legs had started to shake so badly he couldn't have stood.
He could hear the blood rushing in his head.
The next thing he noticed was the worried look on Marilyn's face as she knelt down in front of him, clearly worried about him.
Marilyn was confused. What had happened here. That Martin's change was related to her car was obvious.
But what did this car have to do with this man. And most importantly, what in the world made someone get so scared?
Marilyn had to watch Martin's gaze now constantly bouncing between this repaired wing, her and the sky.
And right away she didn't understand at all what he was saying to her when he seemed to slowly come to himself again:
"Marilyn," he said, "I think we've been thinking too much tonight. Even if you think I'm crazy now..." He paused... "No, this is too stupid, it can't be, but..."
Martin looked up at the sky again. "How do you know, Kate, how..."
Then he stood up, pulled Marilyn to him, hugged her and gave her a kiss on the mouth.
Completely perplexed, Marilyn stood before him. It occurred to her what would happen if a neighbour had seen this and she carefully pushed him away from her.
But then Martin pulled out his mobile phone.
Marilyn stopped, curious.
"Yes, good morning," Martin began the conversation, "I'm Martin Jackson, you may remember. I'm the man whose wife was killed in a car accident at Christmas 1 year ago. - Oh, you were one of the security officer officers who were with me at the time? Well, I think I found the car! - How did I find it? I don't think I can explain that to you, because otherwise you'd lock me up. But I can tell you one thing: My wife has taken terrible revenge! - Yes, my wife, you heard right!"
"Revenge?" asked Marilyn uncertainly.
"Yes, revenge. Because not only will her death get Robert into a lot of trouble with the security officer and the prosecution, she also took his wife!"
Slowly, Marilyn began to understand what had just happened. However, she still didn't know what made him think that his deceased wife was behind it. Only a quarter of an hour later, a security officer patrol arrived.
When they got Robert out of bed, they didn't need to ask him.
He knew immediately why they were standing in front of his bed on New Year's Day.
When he had seen Martin, the memory had immediately caught up with him.
He had read in the newspaper what had happened and he had also known who the woman was who had died because of him. And that was also the reason why he had gone all out at the New Year's Eve ball.
He wanted to get rid of the memory! And so it was almost an irony of fate that he had brought about the situation himself through his drunken stupor, that Martin had spent the night in his flat.
And now, when the security officer were standing in front of him, he immediately admitted everything. He did not yet know, with his alcohol-soaked brain, where Martin had learned that he was the cause of the accident, but this was unimportant to him for the time being.
"And it's all because I wanted to be near you for a little while longer," Marilyn said to Martin when the security officer had taken her husband to the security officer station for questioning, "actually, we have a little stick outside that we can spread in."
Martin looked at her. He didn't know if he was allowed to say what he wanted to tell her. But then he just said:
"First of all, I've seen the stick. I had one of those in my old car, too. And secondly: I'm sure it would have come up like that otherwise. I think someone else had a hand in it!"
Martin held up the tailgate for her while she took out the basket, which was perhaps half full.
But when he let go, the lid actually crashed down and latched with a clanging sound.
But when Martin checked to make sure the tailgate was fully closed, he noticed that the gap between the tailgate and the wing did not match. Curious, he went to the front and looked at the wing against the light.
He didn't really think about it, it was more of an intuition.
"Is something wrong?" asked Marilyn anxiously.
"I don't know, probably just a figment of my imagination," was all he said, but it was clear to see that the rear wing had not exactly been expertly spackled and repainted.
"Did you have an accident there?" he asked now, although he did feel rather stupid now.
"Yes," Marilyn said rather curiously about why Martin was asking,
"last Christmas of all years. Robert told me that he had taken a street post. He was quite upset about it because he had given the car a blue colour with a foil like that only a fortnight before. He had liked it better. After the accident, it was pretty tattered on the wing and he had a football buddy take it off over Christmas and he repaired the rest. Why, is something wrong?"
Everything seemed to be spinning in Martin's head.
He heard his son's words again:
"Yes, but then she said that I shouldn't be sad any more, because otherwise she's sad too, and that she'd prefer it if we were really great fun too. Then she's happy too. And that I'm sure daddy will soon find me another mummy who will love me very much."
"Are you all right?" He heard Marilyn's voice only from a distance and although the floor was freezing cold, he just sat down.
His legs had started to shake so badly he couldn't have stood.
He could hear the blood rushing in his head.
The next thing he noticed was the worried look on Marilyn's face as she knelt down in front of him, clearly worried about him.
Marilyn was confused. What had happened here. That Martin's change was related to her car was obvious.
But what did this car have to do with this man. And most importantly, what in the world made someone get so scared?
Marilyn had to watch Martin's gaze now constantly bouncing between this repaired wing, her and the sky.
And right away she didn't understand at all what he was saying to her when he seemed to slowly come to himself again:
"Marilyn," he said, "I think we've been thinking too much tonight. Even if you think I'm crazy now..." He paused... "No, this is too stupid, it can't be, but..."
Martin looked up at the sky again. "How do you know, Kate, how..."
Then he stood up, pulled Marilyn to him, hugged her and gave her a kiss on the mouth.
Completely perplexed, Marilyn stood before him. It occurred to her what would happen if a neighbour had seen this and she carefully pushed him away from her.
But then Martin pulled out his mobile phone.
Marilyn stopped, curious.
"Yes, good morning," Martin began the conversation, "I'm Martin Jackson, you may remember. I'm the man whose wife was killed in a car accident at Christmas 1 year ago. - Oh, you were one of the security officer officers who were with me at the time? Well, I think I found the car! - How did I find it? I don't think I can explain that to you, because otherwise you'd lock me up. But I can tell you one thing: My wife has taken terrible revenge! - Yes, my wife, you heard right!"
"Revenge?" asked Marilyn uncertainly.
"Yes, revenge. Because not only will her death get Robert into a lot of trouble with the security officer and the prosecution, she also took his wife!"
Slowly, Marilyn began to understand what had just happened. However, she still didn't know what made him think that his deceased wife was behind it. Only a quarter of an hour later, a security officer patrol arrived.
When they got Robert out of bed, they didn't need to ask him.
He knew immediately why they were standing in front of his bed on New Year's Day.
When he had seen Martin, the memory had immediately caught up with him.
He had read in the newspaper what had happened and he had also known who the woman was who had died because of him. And that was also the reason why he had gone all out at the New Year's Eve ball.
He wanted to get rid of the memory! And so it was almost an irony of fate that he had brought about the situation himself through his drunken stupor, that Martin had spent the night in his flat.
And now, when the security officer were standing in front of him, he immediately admitted everything. He did not yet know, with his alcohol-soaked brain, where Martin had learned that he was the cause of the accident, but this was unimportant to him for the time being.
"And it's all because I wanted to be near you for a little while longer," Marilyn said to Martin when the security officer had taken her husband to the security officer station for questioning, "actually, we have a little stick outside that we can spread in."
Martin looked at her. He didn't know if he was allowed to say what he wanted to tell her. But then he just said:
"First of all, I've seen the stick. I had one of those in my old car, too. And secondly: I'm sure it would have come up like that otherwise. I think someone else had a hand in it!"
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