Mark Tufo - 'Til Death Do Us Part

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Maine

Tracy awoke in her bed. No that’s not quite right , she thought. It was her bed she was using now, then the pain of loss and despair settled upon her like a cloak when she realized the other half of the mattress was cold and empty. But that wasn’t quite true either; she could feel the weight of something that was making her gravitate towards the middle. She slowly turned, fearful of what she might find. Henry was sitting up on the bed staring off into space, seeing things only dogs could.

“You miss him, too?” Tracy asked as she stroked the dog’s massive face and barrel-shaped chest.

Henry kept looking off into the distance, not acknowledging her ministrations.

“Listen, I know you were always Mike’s dog, and I’m so sorry that I yelled at him when he saved you. He loved you, Henry. I love you, too. It’s just that I guess he always thought you were our fourth kid, and I didn’t see it until recently.”

Henry cocked his head to the side like he could hear something very far away. He barked once, which in itself was unusual. His mouth opened wide in what Tracy could only describe as a grin, his heavy tongue lolling about, he finally pulled his gaze back in to register Tracy’s existence. He then contentedly lay down and, before finally settling in, let a blast of essence de’ Henry waft throughout.

“That’s my cue,” Tracy said as she threw the covers off and headed for the exit.

Tony was sitting in the living room chair. Ronnie and Tracy had not told him about their suspicions regarding Mike. No matter what she had felt in her heart, she had no proof and did not want to burden the man with it.

“Feeling better, honey?” Tony asked her.

“Surprisingly, I am,” she told him, heading over to give him a kiss on the cheek. “What is that smell?” Tracy asked brushing her hand past her nose.

“That Mad Jack guy caught the kitchen on fire. No, no it wasn’t that bad,” Tony added when he saw alarm on Tracy’s face.

“Do you want some tea?” Nancy, Ronnie’s wife, asked Tracy as she came into the living room.

Tracy shook her head. “No thank you.”

“It’s very soothing. It will help to calm your nerves,” Nancy added.

“I’m fine, Nancy,” Tracy said almost through clenched teeth, apparently Ron had told Nancy and hadn’t thought to tell her not to say anything around Tony.

“I’m sure you really need it.” Nancy said soothingly.

Tony was closely watching the exchange.

“If I want some tea Nancy I’ll come and get some.”

“You poor thing,” Nancy said, tears welling up in her eyes.

“What’s the matter? I may be an old man, but I’m not daft. I’ve been watching everyone tippie-toe around for the last day. Something is going on and they think the patriarch can’t handle it,” Tony said angrily.

Tracy swallowed heavily. “Tony, I thought Mike might be dead yesterday, but now I’m not so sure.”

Tony paled rapidly, color slowly drained back into the void as he processed Tracy’s whole sentence. “What changed?” he asked slowly and cautiously.

“I know this sounds crazy…” She started as she quickly looked over to Nancy. “Henry. Henry changed. I know how strange that sounds, but Henry sensed something yesterday and now he seems to be back to the way he was before. Expectant. He’s waiting for his Mike to come home.”

Tony was scratching the top of his head; a gesture Tracy had noticed Mike do when he was having trouble wrapping his mind around something. “So Henry told you Mike died and has now been what? Reborn?”

“I...I can’t explain it completely, Tony. That damn dog and Mike share something. Henry knew, absolutely knew something bad had happened to Mike and now something incredible has.”

“So you believe in your heart of hearts that Mike is alright?” Tony asked, now tears threatening the man’s visage.

“I do,” she said through the tears. Because I want to , she thought. Because the alternative would be unbearable .

“I think I need to make more tea,” Nancy said, running out of the room.

It was a half hour later when the entire group found themselves sitting on the deck at the Talbot compound: Tony with Carol, Tracy’s mom they had become something sort of an item although they denied it to everyone that asked. Ron, Nancy, their children—Meredith, Melissa, and Mark. Tracy, with Nicole, Justin and Travis. Mad Jack, who seemed perturbed that he had been disturbed from his work. There was Angel, Sty, and Angel’s brother Ryan and Dizz from the gas station in Massachusetts. Perla, who had been Jack O’Donnell’s fiancée, she had yet to pull completely out of her stupor upon his loss. And Cindy Martell, Brian Wamsley’s significant other.

“Something’s changed,” Ron said to the group. Except for Justin, he was the only one standing. “We can all almost feel it in the air.”

“It’s heavy,” Perla said with her head hung low. Cindy wrapped her arms around her friend.

“All the more reason I should still be working,” Mad Jack said more to himself than the group.

“In due time, MJ,” Ron said. “We had good reason to believe that Michael died yesterday.” Even MJ who was usually off in his own world responded with a gasp. Cries of ‘are you sure?’ and ‘I can’t believe it!’ were all dominated by one small girl,

“The funny man is dead?” she asked, then she started to cry uncontrollably.

“Oh, honey,” Nancy said, pulling the small girl to her.

“Okay…hold on,” Ron said, putting his hands up. “We’re now not so sure,” he said quickly glancing over to Tracy.

“What about Brian?” Cindy asked with concern. If Mike had been in danger, then it only followed that they all had been.

“We...we don’t know,” Tracy answered.

“Have they radioed in and you’re not telling us?” Cindy asked as she stood.

“No, we haven’t heard anything in days,” Ron said, giving back-up to Tracy.

“Then how or why would you think something happened to Mike?” Cindy asked.

Henry picked that opportune moment to saunter onto the deck and lay down in the middle of the throng.

“Him.” Tracy pointed to the dog.

“Him?” Cindy sneered. “You scare the shit out of all of us on something the dog did? Did he come out and tell you Mike was dead…oh and then miraculously he was reborn like Jesus Christ!” she shrieked.

“Listen, we’re all a little stressed out right now, I just wanted to get everyone together to—” Ron was cut off.

“Don’t you give me that stressed out bullshit,” Cindy was screaming. “My fiancé is out there and I don’t know if he’s dead or alive or worse. The sitting here not knowing, what do you know about stress?”

Ron was straining to hold back his own anger. “I still have a daughter out there, or did you forget that. I know all too well the pain of loss. If you someday have a child, I hope to God that you NEVER experience the pain I suffer every fucking minute of every fucking day.”

Nancy was full on crying. “Anybody want some tea?” she asked, not waiting for an answer as she exited the room hastily.

“I’m so sorry.” Cindy said as the heated wind fell from her sails. “You’re right we’re all stressed.”

Ron waited a moment to make sure that Cindy wouldn’t flare up again. “Listen, I’m not one for spirituality, superstition, supernatural or paranormal, that’s just not the way I was raised and it’s not part of my belief system. And now that I’ve got that quantifier out of the way, I truly believe something happened to Mike…and for whatever reason, he’s back. Mike’s resurrection means something and it means something big. I’ve got to believe he’s heading here.”