Jodi increased the incline of the treadmill at her home gym and with
extreme ease accelerated her heart rate. It’s been the same routine for the
last three years since the birth of her son Jordan; five mile run in the
morning followed by a bowl of granola and English tea. She’d rise at dawn, look in on Jordan as he
slept, checked emails, let out the dogs and grab the morning paper. Jodi
enjoyed her habitual nature. As long as she was in control of her life she was
as pleasant as pie but woe to any situation or anyone she couldn't apply her compulsive
disorder. Even on this Sunday morning, as she gracefully ran in her matching
track suit, her blond ponytail tightly brushed against her scalp, her top of
the line gym equipment surrounded by a panoramic view of Central Park there was
nothing out of place with the exception of a ransom note clenched in her hand.
One more mile to go and she’d be finished. She thought of tomorrow’s
obligations and picked up her speed without breaking a sweat.
1. Fire the
maid
2. Bake
cupcakes for Jordan’s bake sale
3. Remind
other maid to pick up gown from cleaners
4. Give
speech to high school students
5. Women’s
luncheon for breast cancer
6. Hire
referred makeup artist for Saturday night’s Hungry Kids benefit
7. Figure
out if she could live a new life without her husband
Jodi exhaled sharply.
After her scalding hot shower she went into her plush three room
closet to pick an outfit that proposed a state of calm and confidence. The
police would be here any minute. She decided on a cool blue pencil skirt and a
cream ruffled blouse, flats instead of heels. Jodi preferred sharp angles and
stark colors that she could apply to her rigid spine, “soft” was never really
her thing unless she was at the summer house in East Hampton. But it was Sunday
for crying out loud and she wanted to appeal to the police as a “good” wife, a
wife in need. She needed to disarm them and damsel in distress wasn’t her
strong point so this outfit seemed useful. She dressed quickly and efficiently, nothing
out of place. Pearl earrings, wedding ring and a light sprits of her clean
fragrance finished the look.
Leaving her closet to enter the master bathroom she noticed her husband’s
tie hanging on the door knob. She winced, totally disgusted by his lack of
upkeep and called for the maid.
“Lorena! Can you come in here for a minute?” Jodi says into the
intercom connected to the maids’ quarters on the second floor.
“Yes madam.” Lorena said.
As Jodi waited she sat on her chaise in the corner of the bathroom
going over her and her husband’s last conversation about his third mistress.
She frowned as her eyes shifted in the direction of the master bedroom where
she’d caught him with some Colombian whore who was as voluptuous and brown as
Jodi was pale and thin. That’s why she had to fire the maid who’s first day was
tomorrow, she was the spitting image of the previous maid her husband slept
with…yes, the maid. She should call the agency and have the maid not come in at
all but then what satisfaction would that be?
Jodi vividly remembered his awful excuse, “Everyone in New York knows
you my darling. I just figured it’d be easier on you if I kept this ‘one’
in-house.” Jodi thought she’d surely vomit but her clothes were just too
expensive to ruin and she’d never ever let him see her sweat. Her husband was
partner at a well known law firm and traveled often so she was never fully
exposed to his philandering but the idiot scoundrel had the nerve to bring his
hobbies to her bedroom! She had the whole bedroom redesigned…naturally. Since
that day Jodi had taken upon herself the task of making her new bed, doing it
just so that if anyone so much as brushed it with a limb she would know.
“Lorena please place this where it properly belongs and be sure to
have the head of security inform you about the guests that will be arriving
shortly. Coffee and pastries in the receiving room, all dogs in their rooms and
please tell Lilly to keep Jordan occupied on the third floor as he’s sure to be
bothered by this morning’s guests.” Jodi left the bathroom without a backward
glance.
“Yes madam.” Lorena humbly said.
Jodi walked into Jordan’s room to make sure all was in order. It was
clean and quiet. She walked over to the window thanking God that the rain
clouds would sullen her mood, she would need it today. Rain, tears, both had
the same effect of gloomy sadness, so if she didn't shed a tear hopefully the
wet weather could cover up her dry face. She shifted her stance and felt the
ransom note wrinkle in her pocket. She should really give it over to security
by now as evidence but it brought her solace and an unimaginable amount of
comfort. Jodi hadn't read it but knew exactly what it said…she wrote it. By now her husband’s body would be chilling
under the Brooklyn Bridge, and even though she was a woman of eloquent words a
popular phrase rang in her head like church bells, “Three strikes, you’re out.”
Jodi heard the doorbell ring just as she was coming down the staircase
into the marble floored foyer when entered the Chief of Police.
“Madam Senator. Please rest
assure that we will find him and bring him back home.” He said.
“Show time.” She whispered.
U tease!!!!!
ReplyDeleteLol!!! What ya mean mama???
ReplyDelete