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“It was more than four hundred…“ Eddie mumbled. “and I told you…he called me a redneck.”
“O my fucking god.“
“and he called you a slut…a stupid slut...”
“…he did not.”
“…he didn’t mean it.”
“…sounded like he did.”
“Do you think he’s...dead?“
Eddie furrowed his brow, obviously giving the matter serious consideration. “Maybe so…I think I got him pretty good…”
“I oughtta kill you, Eddie! I oughtta kill your dumb ass right now!”
Eddie wasn’t sure why exactly Lola was so upset…things were going pretty much the way they had planned, weren’t they? What did it matter if Freddy were dead or not? They were just gonna get a little bit of sleep and then they’d be on their way again…soon they’d be across the border, living new lives…just like Bonnie and Clyde…“Everything’s alright, baby…” Eddie said as he rose awkwardly from the table and stumbled to the bed, flopping down heavily upon it. He stared up at the ceiling and the room was spinning. He closed his eyes but it didn’t help things much. “Everything….all….right…” he offered once again before passing out.
When Eddie regained consciousness his head was pounding in a terrible way. His eyes opened upon the dirty ceiling of the hotel room. It took him some minutes to piece together who or where he was…things came back to him slowly and in in random bits. He eventually managed to sit up. It was morning, probably. The clock said 11:15. Eddie looked around and didn’t see Lola. He called her name in a weak voice but got no answer. He opened the door to the little bathroom and found it empty. He walked over to the table where he had been counting the money. Most of the money was gone, only a few twenties and some rolls of dimes were left upon the table. There was a piece of paper. Large words were written on it with what appeared to be lipstick.
Eddie you shouldn’t have shot Freddy.
I told you not to shoot Freddy.
We cant go on like this. I have to leave.
Eddie stared at the paper not understanding. A few cans of beer still remained and he opened one and drank it in a few gulps, then took another. He walked over to the window and looked down to where the car should be. It wasn’t there. He stood there, looking out the window. Then there was a knock at the door. He walked over to the door and looked through he peephole. There was a group of men outside in the hall. The men wore uniforms of some kind. They had guns. Eddie didn’t like the look of them. He didn’t open the door. He walked over to a chair and sat down with his beer. The knocking continued, louder. Voices from the other side of the door demanded that he open it. Eddie didn’t open the door. He just sat in his chair and drank his beer, trying to figure things out. His couldn’t hold any one thought together long enough to make sense of it. He quickly gave up trying to think. The knocking and the yelling didn’t go away. He finished his beer and realized it was his last. This gave him a generally bad feeling about things. He sat back in the chair, closed his eyes and waited.