Later that night, Sinbad and Shark were rejoined on the way home. When Amy returned to the salon, Sinbad was clued in on what exactly happened.
Shark noticed the way Sinbad was tightly gripping the steering wheel when they were in the truck. He kept quiet, however, for fear Sinbad was on the verge of blowing a gasket. Instead, he gingerly lay his hand on his fiance’s arm.
In response, Sinbad reached into his pocket, and handed him his cell phone.
“Huh? What do you want me to do with this?” They pulled into what was designated as their driveway, but didn’t enter the house. Shark waited for his answer.
Sinbad glared at the phone, aware at how long he’d been holding the content in its storage for far too long.
“Do it. I think it’s high time she knows now.” Hearing that and considering the timing, Shark felt this was cruel even for Sinbad.
Jenni’s pillow was already stained with her tears.
Her joyous day had ended now in tragedy. Apparently, gushing about her future wedding was a big no-no for her.
Now she was left in her hospital room, with no baby, and no fiance to comfort her. Sleep wasn’t coming to her at all that night.
Burying her face back into her pillow, Jenni let loose with another round of sobs. She almost didn’t hear someone enter her room.
“Oh, wah! Wah! My condolences and all, but sheesh! You’re gonna wake everyone else on the floor up.” Thinking a really snarky and insensitive night shift nurse had come to check on her, Jenni peeked out to look at the foot of the bed.
The person from earlier was perched at the other end, intently watching her. Sitting up, she then leaned in and steadied herself.
“What do you want?” Her voice was shaky, and sounded almost strangled.
“Nothing, really.” The mystery person pushed their sunglasses back up their face before continuing. “Just thought I’d come check on you, see what happened.”
Hearing this brought Jenni to dry her tears, only to have it be in vain. “My child is dead! Can’t you see that?”
There was no snark now. “Oh right. Sorry.” Instead, the tone was a rather insincere one. “That should probably be the least of your problems, though.”
Jenni tried asking them what they meant, only to be cut off. “Look, I’m not going to get into details. All I’m gonna say is that you might wanna rethink the people you’re trusting right now.”
“What are you talking about?” Now she was getting upset. “Are you talking about Goodwin and Amy? They’d never hurt me!”
Now the mystery person pinched the bridge of their nose. “Oh, you sweet summer child. That’s exactly why you need to second-guess things right now. I kind of wished it wouldn’t have been now, but…”
They hopped off the bed, and then approached the window. “Look, you’ll understand soon.” They then jumped out towards the ground before she could stop them.
Shortly after they left, Jenni heard the sound of her phone vibrating.
“I do not like the looks of this ham.” Dennis was bent down in front of the open refridgerator, inspecting potentially expired products.
Behind him, his daughter was on her way out somewhere she refused to say. All he really could do was say, “all right, have fun.”
He then heard Lolly cry out, “Ew!” when she was outside. Initially, he didn’t run outside to investigate. He threw the nasty ham into the trash first, then went to check.
Lolly wasn’t there now. Presumably the implications of a rocking truck with fogged up windows frightened her. All Dennis could do to react to it was stare blankly. He could now hear giggling and kissing noises.
Then he knocked on the window, prompting an aggravated question from Sinbad:
“Dammit! Can’t a guy grab some muscle-titties without getting interrupted?!” Dennis flinched, then regained his composure and cleared his throat.
“Carry on then, you two.” Awkwardly, he wandered back into the house.
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