As Gus stood at the front gate to Mercedes’ house, he made
sure he had everything.
Breath mints, check.
Enough money for dinner, movie and a six-pack, check.
Fake ID, check.
Condom, check.
Flowers to give to Mercedes’ mother upon arrival… FUCK!
He looked around, and his eyes fell on a rose bush just
inside the gate.
When Mercedes’ mother opened the front door, she slowly
glared at the trail of dirt from the entrance to the roses in his slightly
bloody hands.
“Those are my husband’s roses.”
He gulped, but then she smiled.
“I’ve always hated them, come in.”
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