Kristof looked out the window to see the beginning rays of the day. “The last two weeks have been a blast, hon.”
Krystal sat up on the bed. “Kristof?”
Kristof sat at the foot of the bed. He stared at the mirror attached to her vanity. “We both knew this day was coming.”
“You look fine,” she said quietly. She crawled to the foot of the bed and hugged her husband from behind.
He patted her arms and replied. “I felt fine before my last M.R.I. scan.”
Krystal squeezed one more time and released him.
“I’m gonna take a bus.”
As Kristof walked to the bus stop, he thought about he events of the last fifteen days. He refused to listen to the nagging voice in his head. So many questions, he thought. Where had his super strength come from? Would he really die today?
The bus rumbled up to the stop, belching dark smoke. Environmentally friendly, indeed, he thought crossly. He fed two dollars into the bill collector and as soon as he stepped past the yellow line on the floor, the bus pulled away from the stop.
* * *
“Where’re you going?”
“Shut your mouth.”
“Shut my mouth? You best check yo’self before ya wreck yo’self.”
Joaquin smiled. “The nineties called, they want their sayin’ back.”
“Puh-leeze.” The woman threw back her sheet and touched Joaquin’s bare back. “Nobody calls no one no more.”
Joaquin picked up a lava lamp on the night stand, shook his head and replaced it.