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“Eight: Remember all those times when you said something I was doing was ‘displeasing’ to you, or something I wasn’t doing—or might not do in the future—would ‘displease’ you? I do, and none of that was okay. Especially when you said my not having children would ‘displease’ you. Did you honestly think my decision to have children should be influenced by whether or not you would be ‘displeased’? Like some kind of emotional blackmail? Jesus, the ego on you.
“Nine: Not taking us to Disneyland was really shitty, and I know in the scheme of things, it’s not a big deal, but it was a moment when you chose your work over your family. It was just one of many moments, and after a while that pattern of choosing work over family became so commonplace, it was like you didn’t even have a family. You know who wouldn’t have chosen work over taking his family to Disneyland? Richard Shaw.
“Ten: All the shit you gave me when I divorced Gwen? Fuck you for that. You took her side on everything, and even went so far as to say I was making the biggest mistake of my life. I do wonder if you would have felt that way if you’d known what she was really like and gotten to see her in action. Hell, maybe you would have. You probably would have thought she was strong and fearless and getting rid of her was still the biggest mistake I ever made. She probably could have performed ritual sacrifices with kittens and you would have still thought she was the best thing that ever happened to me.” That last part had been crossed off because it had seemed a little over-the-top, but Malcom had decided to say it anyway, because it added a little something to the moment. “So, I’m extremely glad to tell you how really fucking wrong you were about all of that. Marrying her was actually the biggest mistake I ever made—” he broke off as something occurred to him. “Although … I technically met Evan through her, so maybe marrying her wasn’t thebiggestmistake I ever made.” He paused, before finishing with, “No, the biggest mistake I ever made was caring so much about your approval, because I never got it, nor was I ever going to. I just wish I’d realized it sooner.
“Eleven: You never knew this, but I love to cook, and one day soon, I’m going to attend culinary school—gasp—and then open a restaurant … maybe with my half of your Roth IRA that I’m inheriting.
“Twelve: I’m pretty sure one of those expensive and ugly paintings you had hanging in your penthouse was actually hung upside down. Oh, and I also noticed you didn’t have a single picture of any family members there. Not one.
“Thirteen: I’ve had anal sex with Evan, and it was quite amazing, I have to say. So, hopefully, wherever you are, you now know your son took it in the ass.
“Fourteen: That bullshit epitaph you had put on your headstone? I truly hope you were able to watch what I did to it—which was totally worth sitting in a jail cell for an hour, in case you were wondering. I also would have been fine with it remaining vandalized forever, but I let Martin win that battle and forked over two hundred dollars for the plaque, which I did for him, not you.
“Fifteen: I want you to know that today, right at this moment, I’m more myself than I’ve ever been. I’m happy, fulfilled, and most importantly, loved. I’ve been waiting for this my whole life, and while I know you wouldn’t give a shit, because you never cared if I was any of those things, I no longer have this burning anger inside me because of it. I feel sorry for you, actually, because I don’t know if you’ve ever experienced those things. I doubt you’ve ever been really happy, unless you were winning a court case, or felt fulfilled outside of a courthouse. And as far as being loved goes, your wives probably loved you in the beginning, but it didn’t last because I don’t think you truly loved them in return. Same with me. Now, Martin might be the one person whodidlove you, and whom you loved in return, but how much of that was because you molded him into being just like you?”
Malcom paused for a long moment, taking deep breaths of the fresh air. “Well, that’s all I have to say, except to let you know I’m going to do my level best to give you as little thought as possible in the future. You’ll get no more of my time, if I can help it, because I got very little of your time when you were alive. Sadly, I have no real fond memories to look back on, but even if I did, they wouldn’t change how I feel about you. The last time I saw you is who you really were, unfortunately.
“So, this is it. I probably won’t ever be back, because I’ll be busy living my best life, without you in it.”
Finished, he folded the letter and put it into his pocket. As he turned to leave, he noticed the groundskeeper stop in his little golf cart and give Malcom a long, suspicious look.
He simply waved in return and headed to his car, feeling lighter than he had in ages, like he’d put Monroe to rest. And even though Malcom hadn’t gotten the face-to-face confrontation he’d thought he wanted, the one he’d gotten was satisfying enough.
On his way home, with the radio tuned to a funky disco station, he stopped at a red light, and glanced over to see a nice restaurant on the corner to his right. He took in the classical architectural details—and the amazing amount of parking—and murmured to himself, “Soon.”
Chapter 79
Lucky Charms
Jules came into the kitchen and found a naked Evan eating Lucky Charms at the table with a short stack of buttered toast on standby. One leg was spread out, the other one raised and resting on the top of the chair next to him, his junk on full display.
She figured he was sitting that way because it was comfortable, and not to be sexy, because when she looked at him, he simply blinked at her.
“Good morning,” he said, looking her over as well, in panties and aDark Side Of The MoonT-shirt—whether his or Malcom’s, Evan didn’t know.
“Good morning,” she returned, then seeing Malcom wasn’t there, asked where he was.
Since he’d just taken a giant bite of cereal, Evan pointed to a note on the counter, which she read out loud, “Have something to do. Back in a little while.Love, Mal.”
“I hope it’s not something that earns him a trip to jail again,” Evan said, deadpan.
Jules took a banana and peeled it, then slowly inserted several inches of it into her mouth before biting down and chewing. His eyes remained on her the entire time she was eating, and she could tell he was enjoying the ‘show’ when his cock began to lengthen and thicken, which he did nothing to conceal. Evan then watched as she threw the peel away, bending over to give him the full glorified view of her ass, knowing how much he liked it.
Now thirsty, she grabbed a bottle of cranberry juice out of the fridge and after removing the cap, drank directly from the bottle.
He frowned at her. “Bad manners, Jules.”
“Bad manners, yourself,” she countered. “I picked it up from you and Mal.”
Done with the juice, she returned it to the fridge and then started walking over to where Evan sat, stripping off her shirt and panties along the way. Upon reaching him, she nudged his raised leg, which he was kind enough to lower so she could straddle him.
Eyes locked on her breasts, Evan blindly set his cereal bowl down on the table, uncaring when Dawn Corleone hopped up and began licking the milk from it, because he was too busy putting his fingers between Jules’ legs.
“Jesus, you’re a marvel,” he murmured, taking a moment to look down at where he was stroking, before meeting her eyes.
“Because I’m wet already?” she asked. “I think it has something to do with coming into the kitchen and finding you naked at the table, eating cereal.”
“Which part is the sexiest? The naked part, or the eating cereal part?”
