Free Deceptive Nights by Sylvia Hubbard

little
sense.
    “ Do you think allowing
Phoebe to know this information is going to make things better
between the two of you?” Lawrence questioned.
    “ I just need to see her and
let her know.”
    “ If it’s so important for
her to know, why don’t I tell her? Madeline mentioned she needed me
to go down tomorrow and supervise the installation at her new
apartment in Detroit.”
    “ Madeline is moving to
Detroit?”
    “ Sure. She getting a lot of
clientele that would make it easier for her to work in the city and
do business in the city. Why shouldn’t she move to Detroit? You and
I will,” he pointed out. “In any case, when we spoke tonight she
asked me to go down tomorrow and personally supervise the
installation then setup some things.”
    “ You usually send a
technician for things like that,” Jacoby pointed out
suspiciously.
    “ Yes, but she asked me to
address it with my personal attention and I want to make her happy
because when it’s time for us to having lunch with the rich and
powerful we both have to remember Madeline made it all
possible.”
    Jacoby had a feeling that last statement was
meant more for him than for Lawrence sake. It was true Madeline had
gotten Jacoby and Lawrence many appointments with a lot of their
clientele and had swung a lot of business their way. Lawrence was
really trying to say, “don’t fuck up with the goods for a little
piece of pussy.”
    “ I’ll speak with Phoebe,”
he said to Lawrence. “I want to tell her myself about Madeline if
she doesn’t know already, but I won’t be able to get down there
until Sunday.”
    “ I’ll stick around and you
can tell me how it goes. I’ll be staying in Madeline’s apartments
on the river.”
    “ I’ll call you when I get
in town.” He really didn’t want to speak with Lawrence anymore
about Phoebe. He truly felt Lawrence had his own hidden agenda, but
he didn’t want to even think about what it could be. “Talk to you
later, man.”
    Hanging up, he stared up at the ceiling
wondering how was he going to let Phoebe know that he and Madeline
were lovers.
    ****
    Phoebe had come home and immediately went to
her room. Patricia probably assumed her daughter had a hard day at
work and needed a few minutes alone, but when Phoebe didn’t come
out after dinner, she knew her mother was going to start to
worry.
    Patricia came in the room to see Phoebe
buried under the covers in her bed. Her clothes were thrown around
the room and the lights were out. “Phoebe, what in the name is
wrong with you?”
    “ I’m exhausted, Mother,”
Phoebe mumbled under the covers. “Can you put the kids to bed
tonight? I’m so tired I can’t move a muscle.” In truth, she had
just finished throwing up once again just from thinking about what
she had done.
    “ Of course. I figured you
would be. I don’t see why you just didn’t call out today and stayed
at home for some rest.”
    Phoebe peaked over the covers at her mother.
“You know I only use my sick days for the kids.”
    “ Well, I need to speak with
you about an important matter that happened at the bank this
afternoon.” Patricia said sitting on the bed next to
Phoebe.
    “ What’s wrong?” Phoebe
asked.
    “ They posted a debit to our
account of a thousand dollars. I let them know it was a
mistake.”
    Phoebe sat up abruptly. “What?! Why’d you
tell them that?”
    “ Because neither one of us
had that kind of money to put in the account and you know I’m an
honest woman just as I have raised you to be. I wasn’t going to use
money that wasn’t mine, Phoebe.”
    Groaning in misery, Phoebe said, “It was
yours, Mother. I put it in there this morning.”
    “ Where did you get money
like that from?” Patricia demanded to know.
    She took a breath to prepare for the lie she
was about to tell. “It’s a loan from an old friend. Let’s just
leave it at that, but now we can just pay some of the taxes and
don’t you worry about paying it back. I’ll figure something