Grayson's Knife by Russell H Aborn

Author:Russell H Aborn [Aborn, Russell H.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781709656392
Publisher: Russell H. Aborn
Published: 2019-12-17T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Grayson trudges up the front stairs at Newbury Ave. He’d walked by David’s parked car, but did not see Kerr’s. The night air is getting more humid by the minute and clouds are gathering just above the tree.

He waves hello to Mrs. Rook who is looking out her first-floor window, and climbs the stairs to the apartment. It’s quiet, the living room and kitchen empty, the doors to the three bedrooms closed.

There were two notes taped on Grayson’s bedroom door. He peels them off the door, and read them.

Grayson-Charlie called. -DB

He crumples that one and reads the second.

Grayson – Your foolish fuck of a cousin was in here roaming around when I got back home. I threw him out. Did you give him a key? Also, someone ate some unauthorized Chinese leftovers and I believe it may of been him. See me please. – Ron Kerr

In the kitchen he opens the refrigerator and looks for the ice water. There is a masking tape line of separation that ran top to bottom in the refrigerator with Ronald Kerr’s sundry food items crowded into the left half and David’s cheese, cold cuts and salad stuff strewn around on the other side.

Ron Kerr apparently gotten his hands on a label maker and has punched RK into red strips of plastic and stuck them on all his food items, including six or seven white cartons of Chinese food pressed up against the back. Grayson wants to throw all of the RK stuff out the window into the swampy woods at the back of the house. Kerr is a cheap bastard who thought nothing about grubbing a beer off Grayson, but when it came to his old dried out fried rice, it was hands off, son. Grayson wouldn’t eat leftover Chinese food under any condition, but Kerr marking it up was an affront. He stands with the refrigerator door open, glaring. The refrigerator belongs to Kerr; his mother bought it for him. His mother did things like that for him because she was a nice lady and she knew he was a half-wit. Grayson thought about dragging the frigging fridge out to the back porch and pushing the son of a bitch right off.

Instead he slams the door and goes back to the note Kerr had hung on the door. Grayson scratches out the ‘of’ in the note and put in ‘have.’ And then wrote, Curly, go shit in your hat and pull it down over your ears. If you ever leave me a snotty note again, I will set fire to all your stuff including your Celtics memorabilia.

Your Pal,

Grayson

xx oo

He slips the note under Kerr’s bedroom door.

He takes a shower to cool down and has just stepped out when there’s knock on the bathroom door.

“Hey, Grayson,” Dave Barry says, “Donald is on the phone.”

David Barry and Donald Gately had first met in kindergarten and still referred to each other by their formal first names.

“Ask him where he is. I’ll call right back. Thanks, Dave.

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