“Hi Sally, it’s Kiki. We talked last weekend when the guys had their meeting. We knew what they were planning. The violence never stops. I remember our conversation well. I always knew you were just like me, you want out too. I’m leaving Johnny today. This is the chance you’ve been waiting for. Pick up the phone, Sally? Johnny just left with your Frank, another meeting with the gang. The coast is clear. Now’s our chance. Don’t pack a thing. You don’t want to draw suspicion from your neighbors. I’ll be at the back door in an hour. A friend is going to take us to the next town. Someone will meet us there. All arrangements are made. Don’t say a word to anyone, not even your folks. This is our last chance for freedom. I’ve been real careful with the planning. Johnny doesn’t suspect a thing. It’s our one-time shot. Why don’t you pick up the phone Sally?”
Sally stands in the kitchen cringed against the wall and listens to Kiki. She falls to her knees in tears. She didn’t want to betray Kiki. Frank would have killed her if she didn’t do what he said. Johnny knew she was up to something. The scream came over the line. riddling through Sally. She could hear Kiki pleading.
“No Johnny, please. I love you Johnny, please put the gun down Baby. You wouldn’t shoot me, would you, Johnny? I’m hanging up now. I’m gonna stay right here with you Johnny? Johnny…oh Johnny”
Sally heard the shot as her phone went dead. It was over now . She ran into the bathroom and vomited. She sat with her head over the toilet waiting for the nausea to pass. It took only a few minutes but it seemed an eternity. She rose, cleaned herself off, repaired her hair and makeup, taking care to conceal the puffiness. Frank wouldn’t like it if she had been crying. When it all looked right she returned to the kitchen to prepare dinner for Frank.