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PurgatoryThey slumbered peacefully, dressed in mini button-up shirts and bowties, with their hair combed and swept to the side. The twin brothers held each other close, their arms wrapped around each other, their noses barely touching, as if they’d fallen asleep hugging and telling each other secrets.
For a moment, Del felt that he was in that naked bedroom on a normal night, staring down at his boys as they soundly slept in their playpen. It felt all too familiar, all too real. Only, his boys should have been dressed in footy pajamas, not the same slacks and bowties and patent leather shoes they’d recently worn for their baptism.
The cruel irony suddenly struck him. The very same Catholic church they’d been baptized in was the same church that now held their funeral.
Del prepared himself for this moment days in advance, hours ahead of time, up to the very last second holding his breath, bracing himself to be smothered by grief and remorse all over again. Now here he stood, fu
FloodDel woke up with a disconcerted feeling about the day. It lingered in the pit of his stomach, ruminating on his peace throughout the day, for no apparent reason.
The morning was not unusual, falling into the rhythm of routine. It was a typical Monday morning where Del sauntered out of bed around 5am, enticed by the aroma of freshly-brewed joe, and made it into the kitchen still half-asleep as Lisa prepared his breakfast and lunch while simultaneously pouring him a mug of coffee.
One of the twins would stir about that time, usually Nino. The seven-month-old twins were getting better at sleeping through the night, but woke up each morning at the crack of dawn without fail. Nino’s fussing always roused his brother, and the two would whimper and whine until one of their parents attended to them.
That morning, Del insisted Lisa finish her work in the kitchen, and he made his way into a naked bedroom where they’d set up a playpen for the twins to sleep in until they could unpack
Rocco's faultOddly, Lisa was already to bed by the time Del got home from work. He usually found his wife busy with housework or preparing dinner when he walked through the creaky front door after a taxing work day, but this time the kitchen was still, the living room empty, and the house silent.
Del knocked his snow-caked boots together to free them up of sticky snow and ice before removing them and placing them on the mat by the front door to dry. He left his soggy jacket and cap on the kitchen table and looked around for a moment, searching for any signs that Lisa had been working. Nothing. The countertop was free of dirty dishes, everything was swept and dusted, and there was not even a hint of the smell of dinner.
Now feeling a bit worried, Del walked down the hall and into their bedroom to find Lisa curled up on her side of the bed on top of the covers, facing away from the door. He gently rapped on the door frame.
“Lisa, dear,” he softly called. “You okay?”
Blind date“That’ll be $100, Mr. Daly, not a penny more.”
Mr. Daly’s eyes bulged, his pen hesitated on the blank check, gently quivering from the slight tremors in his hand. “Only $100? Oh, kid. You deserve way more than–”
Dante held up his hands, shaking his head politely. “No, no, Mr. Daly. $100. Don’t you give me any more. It was a quick fix – just a faulty pressure gauge, nothin’ major. You’ve been such a good customer, you deserve the discount!”
Mr. Daly broke into a wide grin, accentuating lines under his eyes and on his cheeks that weren’t there five years ago when Dante was first hired by him. It seemed like a lifetime ago. Although only 48 years old, Mr. Daly looked more like a much older man in his mid-60s, due to many of the medical problems incurred by serious wounds he received in the Vietnam War.
The Daly household was always bustling with noise and activity. The disabled Vietnam veteran typically st
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