The Family Morfawitz by Daniel H. Turtel

Author:Daniel H. Turtel
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Blackstone Publishing
Published: 2022-12-09T23:43:01+00:00

VI

Horse Country

The sun was low in the sky when Asher pulled up outside the address Corvin had given him. It was a brownstone on Horatio with a bright blue door, and Carrie was waiting on the stoop with a man.

“Hi, Corvie,” she said without looking in his direction. She got into the back with her lover. Asher said nothing and kept the hat low over his eyes.

He began to drive, slowly at first. But as he watched them in the rearview mirror through the darkly tinted glass, his heart raced and he drove faster, then faster, faster, through the crisscrossed streets of West Village until he spilled off Barrow and onto the West Side Highway.

“The Met is north, you know, Corvie . . .” said Carrie in the back. Asher did not hear her. Corvin certainly did not. “Well, I suppose it doesn’t matter . . . how quickly you learned! But do slow down . . . we’re going a bit fast . . .”

At eighty-five miles per hour, Asher swerved and skidded, screeched and accelerated, weaved through the fabric of cars and of night. The red traffic lights he ran sent fallen rays down through the windshield, and through the tint of the separating glass, Carrie could see her driver bathed in a dark and hellish glow.

“Corvie,” she said. She tapped the window with her palm and then slapped it again and again. “Corvin. Open this window at once. Corvin . . .”

But even as the window slid down, even before Asher turned to face her, she knew it was not Corvin who was driving.

“Oh, Ash,” she said. The breath left her. With his face plunged into shadow beneath the chauffeur’s visor, she could see only a red silhouette of the man she’d once loved and the shine of wetness on his face. Carrie saw at once that there was nothing to be said. She leaned back into the soft leather of the seat, fingered the seat belt, which was unbuckled by her side, and then folded her hands in her lap.

“Now, look here, man,” started her lover. He slapped the divider glass as it slid up to split the space in two. He hit it once, twice, and then Asher turned violently to face him and even though the tinted plane that separated them was now completely up, was nearly opaque, he could see enough of Asher to be truly afraid. Afraid not only of physical harm but of total destruction. Such was Asher’s fury. And then, as if born of descending divinity or rising evil, a growing light behind the seething silhouette made the shadow more complete by surrounding it with brightness.

This light was neither divine nor evil. It had no particular sentiment. It was not even metaphorical. It was the double headlights of an eighteen-wheeler, and it drove head-on into the side of Asher’s car.

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