Scarlet Crystal
Bibbity Rabbity
here you go....
Part 1
Dixon looked up from the couch of the safe house when a knock came at the door. It was Sydney. He could tell. He didn’t want to talk to her. Why had she done this to him? It was all her fault. He had lost his job, he wasn’t with his wife and kids, and he was restless. Could she have done anything worse? Reluctantly, he got up and opened the door. He put on his hard face as Sydney smiled meekly.
“What?” he said. He didn’t really want to know.
“Can I talk to you Dixon?” Sydney’s voice said, almost pleading.
“Fine. Come in and sit down.” He didn’t ask her to make herself comfortable. Sydney looked at Dixon. Ugh, Dixon thought. Why did she have to be so strong? Dixon looked back in his hard-faced manner.
“Dixon…. I’m sorry about what happened. And… you can go home soon… and, oh the CIA is offering you a job…” Dixon’s heart leaped. He’d being going home! Then it stopped. How did she know what he was thinking? And he remembered that this was the same woman who had done the deed a week before…
(FLASHBACK)
An agent handed Dixon a phone. “Here. Call your family. Tell them that you had to immediately leave for a business trip. Hey, you’ve done it before. Here.” And Dixon dialed his own number. His wife picked up the phone on the other end.
“Hello?” she said.
“Hey, baby it’s me.”
“Oh! I was so worried when you didn’t come home last night-“
“Sorry about that. Well, I have to go on a trip. I’ll see you in- “he glanced at the agent who held up three fingers and said “weeks” –“three weeks. Sorry.”
“Are you going to come home and pack?”
“Sorry, but they gave me stuff here at the bank and are about to send me off.”
“Oh…” Dixon could sense her disappointment. “Well, I love you. Bye.”
“Bye.” Dixon carefully put down the phone. It was very hard to control his anger.
(END FLASHBACK)
Dixon looked at Sydney with hatred as a new thought came to him. Why had Sydney never told him this before? He could have kept it to himself. He had practice: keeping his real job from his wife every day was an example. Was he not trustworthy? For some reason he thought that there was more to it than that, but it still wasn’t fair.
Part 1
Dixon looked up from the couch of the safe house when a knock came at the door. It was Sydney. He could tell. He didn’t want to talk to her. Why had she done this to him? It was all her fault. He had lost his job, he wasn’t with his wife and kids, and he was restless. Could she have done anything worse? Reluctantly, he got up and opened the door. He put on his hard face as Sydney smiled meekly.
“What?” he said. He didn’t really want to know.
“Can I talk to you Dixon?” Sydney’s voice said, almost pleading.
“Fine. Come in and sit down.” He didn’t ask her to make herself comfortable. Sydney looked at Dixon. Ugh, Dixon thought. Why did she have to be so strong? Dixon looked back in his hard-faced manner.
“Dixon…. I’m sorry about what happened. And… you can go home soon… and, oh the CIA is offering you a job…” Dixon’s heart leaped. He’d being going home! Then it stopped. How did she know what he was thinking? And he remembered that this was the same woman who had done the deed a week before…
(FLASHBACK)
An agent handed Dixon a phone. “Here. Call your family. Tell them that you had to immediately leave for a business trip. Hey, you’ve done it before. Here.” And Dixon dialed his own number. His wife picked up the phone on the other end.
“Hello?” she said.
“Hey, baby it’s me.”
“Oh! I was so worried when you didn’t come home last night-“
“Sorry about that. Well, I have to go on a trip. I’ll see you in- “he glanced at the agent who held up three fingers and said “weeks” –“three weeks. Sorry.”
“Are you going to come home and pack?”
“Sorry, but they gave me stuff here at the bank and are about to send me off.”
“Oh…” Dixon could sense her disappointment. “Well, I love you. Bye.”
“Bye.” Dixon carefully put down the phone. It was very hard to control his anger.
(END FLASHBACK)
Dixon looked at Sydney with hatred as a new thought came to him. Why had Sydney never told him this before? He could have kept it to himself. He had practice: keeping his real job from his wife every day was an example. Was he not trustworthy? For some reason he thought that there was more to it than that, but it still wasn’t fair.