Severance Package
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His name was Paul Lewis …
… and he didn’t know he had seven minutes to live.
When he opened his eyes, his wife was already in the shower. Their bedroom shared a wall with their bathroom. He could hear the water pelt the tile full-blast. Paul thought about her in there. Naked. Soapy. Suds gliding over her nipples. Maybe he should step into the shower, surprise her. He hadn’t brushed his teeth, but that was fine. They wouldn’t have to kiss.
Then he remembered Molly’s morning meeting. He glanced at the clock. 7:15. She had to be in early. So much for a reckless Saturday morning.
Paul sat up and ran his tongue around his mouth. Dry and pasty. He needed a Diet Coke, stat.
The central air had been running all night, so the living room was dark and cool. On top of the entertainment center sat the two DVDs they’d rented last night: two ultraviolent Bruce Willis thrillers. Surprisingly, they had been Molly’s idea. She usually didn’t like action movies. “But I have a crush on Bruce Willis,” she’d said sweetly. “Oh you do, do you?” Paul replied, smiling. “What’s he got that I don’t?” His wife ran her fingernails down his chest and said, “A broken nose.” That was the end of the DVD viewing for the evening, with about thirty minutes left to go on the first movie.