April 1, 2007
I could kill Laveine. At this moment, I could gleefully finish her off without one single pang of regret. She knows just where to hit me so it hurts the worst, but this is low even for her. And did I mention this is April Fool’s Day? Did I also mention that I am not laughing? Apparently she did not take my last words to her too well and this is her way of exacting revenge. Oh I will get even…somehow, somewhere, sometime…
It all started when I woke tonight. Normal, quiet night, right? Guess again. I reached up like I do every night to run a hand through my hair. There was only one problem…tonight? It came off in my hand…and on my pillow…and the sheets…and in about three seconds flat there was absolutely none on my head. This just does not happen to my kind. It was then that I screamed, rousing T from a deep sleep and she jumped up as if the Mongol hordes were knocking at the door. When she was finally fully awake she looked at me, completely confused, and all she could say was, “Louie, what did you do??”
I did not have an answer for her at that moment, though one would appear shortly. Confusion warred with panic that slowly turned to rage as I opened the note sitting on the bedside table. Wouldn’t you know, it was from Lavi and said this:
‘My dearest darling love- Here’s a gift to try and pay back a little of the joy you’ve given me. -Lavi
I felt myself begin to shake and somehow managed to put a few coherent words together, enough to ask T to get me the telephone. Lavi, of course, did not answer but I left her a message, warning her she had not heard the last of this.
I began to pace, trying desperately to keep it together till T got out of the room. The minute she left and closed the door, all hell broke loose. The rage washed over me in waves so black as to obliterate my senses. All I know it that I lashed out, over and over, a vile river of curses flowing from my lips all the while. Eventually it began to subside and as I settled down slowly, I could see there was little left of the room. I then did what any man would do. I lit a cigarette and went to find T.
She was sitting on the stairs, waiting patiently. We indulged in some small talk, she offered to straighten the room but there was no help for it. It will have to be completely redone from the floor up I am afraid. T was as gracious as always, assuring me that I was just as handsome without it, but my vanity is having a hard time believing that. The old saying about how we only hurt the ones we love is true. Those we love know us so well they know just where to slip the knife, tonight being a prime example. An ego double whammy. Still…it tells me one thing: given Lavi’s reaction, I definitely hit her weak spot and that thought alone brings a smile on what is otherwise a horrid night.
I have no idea if this is permanent or not but Lavi, I swear to you that you have not heard the end of this. However it was managed, it can be un-managed. There is another old saying – never mess with an old Gypsy. Well Lavi my dear, that works both ways. No one messes with this old Gypsy.
