Early Morning Departure

Elizabeth was trying to get a little sleep. It'd been a late night with Victor. She was just getting to a good REM sleep when she was awakened with a heavy kiss and a waft of thick perfume. It was LaDonna.

"LaDonna? What is it?" Elizabeth asked groggily.

"I've been thinkin', sweet cheeks," LaDonna said, kissing Elizabeth again. "I want us to be together, full-time."

"But Antoine ... the kids ... Victor," Elizabeth said.

"The kids can come with us. Fuck Antoine, he got you into this mess. And fuck Victor, he's just another user. It should just be you and me, baby."

She had a point. Antoine had always let his hubris and ambition get the best of him (and Elizabeth). And Victor was transactional. LaDonna pursued her, but didn't ask for anything in return.

"Where would we go?"

"My aunt passed away recently. They had a little townhouse in Memphis we could live in."

"You're right ... fuck them. Let's do it."