An Interruption

Peter holds the the stem of the wine glass he swirls it around. He puts the glass to his lips.

The front door swings open. Startling him.

“Hi mom. Hi dad. You’re home early, nothing interesting going on tonight?”

Peter puts his wine down. Something about Becky seems off. Her baggy sweats seem tighter around her chest. Peter wonders if it’s just a trick of the light.

“I just stopped in to check on things. How was babysitting?”

“Great. You wouldn’t believe the tip Will gave me.” Then almost too quiet to hear she adds. “It was so much more than just the tip.”

Peter is about to question her.

“Mom, Sara Jean texted. We’re going over to a friends. She’ll be here shortly.”

“Ok, dear, have fun.”

Becky slips back to her room.

Peter’s walkie talkie crackles.

Disturbance at County Hospital.

“Shit, I’ve got to go, dear. Save that wine for me. I’m pretty sure after tonight I’m going to need it.”

Peter exits the house. Walking toward his door is a girl dressed like a prostitute. Her curvy body and massive breasts are squeezed into a black latex dress.

“Hi, Mr. Ashton. Looking good.”

Peter realizes it’s Sara Jean. The last time he saw her she was a pudgy and shy.

“Hi Sara Jean. Becky is inside changing.”

She flips her raven black shoulder length hair.

“Thanks so much, Mr. Ashton. Let me know if there’s anything I can do for you.”

“Off to call. You girls have fun.”

She licks her lips. “Oh, we will.”

Peter gets into his squad car. He decides he needs to have a little chat with Becky.

He flips on his lights and pulls out.