Errands

by Guest Sat Mar 21, 2009 4:08 am

Tuesday Evening

Antoinette had Mr. Tanner drive her over to the Asylum, check in hand. It was a little depressing to be sitting in the back of the Limo, thinking about her CCX, somewhere out there in some ghetto garage being painted... Vermilion... but she shrugged and smiled. It "had" been a wild night.

Once at the club, she entered and quickly found Cozette. Antoinette handed her the payment, hugged and kissed her, and thanked her again for helping make the evening a success. When she left, she reminded Cozette to please call her so they could get together and create and outfit for her.

Thursday Evening

It took a little courage, but Antoinette finally got up the nerve to ask to be taken over to her parents' estate. She still hadn't sold it, 4 years after their deaths. As the Limo came up to the property, she gave Mr. Tanner the access code that still opened the security gate, and as they made their way up the long drive, she started feeling ill and wishing she'd never come.

But this was important. Not just for the car, but to prove to herself she could do it.

She opened the front door with the old key she had, it still slid perfectly into the locks. Cleaning crew and security were still employed to watch and care for the house, so it wasn't like it was abandoned. The cost was silly really. She should just sell it all and buy something else when she was ready. But she wasn't ready. Not yet. And she couldn't bear the thought of living here again. Not yet. Not alone.

She walked through the foyer and rooms to the garage, head down, not wanting to see or remember things that would conjure up memories. The massive garage is where the "personal effects" had been binned, categorized and stored for her to sort and make decisions on. She just never had.

She went right for her father's paperwork, and it didn't take her long to find the overseas car contacts. Many countries were listed: Germany, UK, France, Sweden, but of course she was looking for the Italian contacts. Then she came across the picture of the Koenigsegg, the day it had arrived. She was in the driver seat laughing with her dad, who was in the passenger seat holding on tight, making fun of her driving. Her mom had taken the picture.

A blood tear dropped down onto the paperwork. She could give a shit about the car really. She just missed her parents.

Move on Antoinette. It’s been four fucking years. She kissed the picture, licked the blood and smiled. Then she dug deeper and hit the jackpot. Italy…

She grabbed the whole folder, closed everything else up and almost ran out of the house. The ghosts were still just too strong here.