apparent that she could not out muscle him she began kicking him. “Leave me alone, you psycho!”
Just then the security guard arrived. “What’s going on here?!”
Ed glanced at the man long enough to see that if it came to a physical altercation he had the advantage by at least twenty pounds of muscle and six inches of height. The smaller man didn’t seem to know what to do. He just looked back and forth between the pair as if hesitant about diving into the scuffle.
“This man is trying to steal my suitcase!” She huffed out while continuing to tug and shoot death glares simultaneously.
“Sir! Please let the lady’s suitcase go!”
“No! I hired her to do a job and she’s going to do it if it’s the
last thing she does
.”
“
The last thing I do
?!” Her hazel green raccoon eyes widened as if he’d just confirmed something she already believed. “I knew you had to be some kind of sadistic sicko!”
“Why are you making this so hard?! I’m paying you a lot of money for just a couple of hours out of your life—what is wrong with you?!”
The security guard placed his hand on the only weapon he had, a Billy club at his waist. “Sir, I’m gonna ask you one more time. Let go of the lady’s suitcase.”
“No!” A small crowd of gawkers had surrounded them but Ed didn’t care. Nothing mattered but getting the suitcase away from her. He would worry about why later for now he needed to focus on the task because she was surprisingly strong for such a little bit of nothing.
“
LET-ME-GO
!” In something akin to a Hail Mary move she threw her full weight in the opposite direction and the raggedy suitcase ripped from Ed’s grip, tumbled opened and a shower of colorful clothing rained down over all three of them. The sudden silence was broken by something hard hitting the floor. It clattered loudly and then subsided into a soft, low buzz.
“Oh damn!” The security guard was the first to realize what it was because he suddenly doubled over in laughter.
Ed’s eyes were still on Amelia, so even the startled gasp and laughter of the gawker’s didn’t penetrate his brain until he saw the horrified expression that came across her face. His eyes went to the floor and there vibrating across the concrete was a dark brown…
tubular object
.
Ed’s eyes went back to Amelia’s and he saw the tears quickly forming there. They both dived for the vibrator at the same time but she reached it first.
With a quick flick she turned it off and tucked it in her purse before scrambling to collect her things piling them into the wreckage of her suitcase in an even more haphazard manner than they were previously.
As if he’d been awakened from a dream Ed suddenly realized how insane this all was. His eyes glanced over the now dispersing crowd of gawkers. The security guard and Amelia were both on the floor collecting up her items and he was just standing there, too stunned to move.
What in the world is wrong with me?!
He bent to pick up a red blouse laying across his left loafer. But like a rabid dog she snarled at him and snatched the shirt away.
He sighed. “I was just trying to help.”
“I don’t want your help! Just leave me alone!” She tossed the red shirt in the suitcase.
The security guard glanced at him briefly and returned to tossing clothing in the suitcase.
Ed rubbed both his hands over his face. Many times he’d been required to work seventy hour shifts and more in the chaotic environment of the hospital’s ER but never had he been this tired in his life.
“Look, I’m sorry. I have no idea what just happened here. I don’t know what this is all about but for some reason you don’t seem to want the part anymore. So…”
He sighed heavily and looked around as if hoping an answer to his problem would suddenly appear. “I don’t know. Fine. So be it.”
He shook his head and started down the corridor toward the sliding double doors. What was he going to tell his grandfather? Should
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