Chapter Three
Roy – Tuesday
I woke up alone in my oversized bed with only Tank sleeping at the bottom of the sheets for company, the way I did every single day. I honestly wasn’t sure what I would do without my faithful pet, who waited patiently by my side every single day. When I had bought him, all those years ago, I had no idea what an impact he was going to have on my existence. I hated the fact that he was growing older, getting weaker all the time, because I didn’t like where that would lead. I did my best not to think about it.
“Come on, boy,” I patted him gently. “Let’s get going.”
We padded down the stairs and into the kitchen in unison before I opened the door to let him outside into the garden. While he played and nosed around in the grass, I got breakfast going, cooking enough for the both of us. I knew that it was a little crazy to cook eggs and bacon for my dog, but he loved them just as much as I did, so I really didn’t give it much thought.
As he saw me pouring food into the bowl, he raced back inside and we sat down to eat together, in the same way that we always did. As I moved back up the stairs to get dressed, Tank came with me. I talked to him the entire time, telling him about the plans of the day, and it really felt like he was listening. Someone had to, anyway, and there wasn’t exactly anyone else around.
“Okay,” I finally announced as I was ready to leave. “Let’s go; we need to get to the lumber yard. I can’t get distracted today. I need to get the wood for the fence posts.”
There was a tight knot of anxiety forming in my stomach at even the thought of talking to other people. I just didn’t like it anymore, not in the way that I used to. I’d spent such a long time isolating myself, it actually felt weird to communicate with people I didn’t know. There were certain people I was comfortable with, but everyone else was almost the enemy in my mind. I was certain that in this small town, it gave me a reputation, but I didn’t really care. I didn’t spend enough time with other people for it to bother me.
Just get out there, get the wood, and get home. That’s all you need to do, I tried to think reassuringly to myself, but it didn’t really help me as much as I would have liked. At least with Tank by my side, people focused more on him than they did me. He was a friendly dog who attracted the attention of just about everyone.
As we pulled up to the lumber yard in my truc, I felt grateful for it all over again because for the moment, it helped me to blend in. If I drove a Jaguar or a Ferrari, everyone would be staring at me, but with this, no one even batted an eye.
“Hello, can I help you?” someone yelled in my direction, causing me to instantly launch into what I needed. I ended up getting along pretty well with the guy, and we talked about my project as a whole. I grew excited at the prospect of getting it all done. It was going to take some serious time, and it would leave me alone a lot, but I didn’t mind that. It would be quite an achievement when it was done.
“Look, that does sound a bit much,” the lumber yard manager told me. “I’m sure that for a small fee, I could get some of the guys round to help you.”
“Oh, no thanks,” I told him, maybe a little too sharply. “I’m a bit of a perfectionist. I would prefer to get it done alone.”
“Okay, no problem.” Luckily, he didn’t seem offended by my demands and began sorting out exactly what I needed to get going with this damn fence. I couldn’t wait until it was complete and I could focus on something else, knowing that my stuff was much safer.
As I drove back home, my mind whirring with plans, I figured that I would get started right away with it now that I could get going. I wasn’t expecting anyone today, and I didn’t think Crystal was about to surprise me with yet another visit.
However, when I spotted an incredible Lamborghini in my driveway, it quickly became clear that wasn’t going to happen. I may have only let a couple of people into my life, which should give me plenty of time alone, but I wasn’t having much luck at the moment.
“Lewis,” I cried out happily, as I stepped from my truck. “How are you?” Lewis and I usually only spoke about business-related things, but I genuinely considered him a friend, too. He was the person I spoke to when I needed to, the man who had helped me to recover when things got tough, and the one that I would turn to if my life was in danger. “What have you been up to?”
“Oh, you know, this and that,” he stepped carefully in the mud, causing me to laugh at his tendency to put so much focus on the way that he looked. Whereas I was always a little rough and ready, you could just tell from looking at him that Lewis was the sort of man who spent longer getting dressed than any woman around. “I just need to talk to you about some business stuff, if that’s okay?”
“Sure, no worries, pretty boy!” Luckily, Lewis knew me well enough not to take any notice. He simply chuckled lightly and shook his head at my words.
As we wandered inside, I couldn’t help but think how different Lewis was from when I first met him. He’d recently graduated from MIT with honors, so he was literally the smartest man that I knew. I already had the idea of bringing him into the business to help me with the complicated paperwork stuff that I couldn’t fully understand from the very first second we’d spoken, but it quickly became clear that there were other sides to him, too. We were in the local bar, drinking the same brand of whiskey, and eventually he got drunk enough to tell me everything.
He had grown up in Florence, just like me, but was three years younger than me, which was why our paths had never crossed. He’d moved away to get his education and make himself a career, but he’d been dragged into a life of gambling with his friends. What started off as the odd night in a casino had developed into something much bigger, and in the end, he’d been forced to escape, just to get away from all of his issues.
It was at the time when I was still being a little stupid with my money, so I offered to pay off all of his debts and he could work it off for me.
And thus, a beautiful friendship was born.
It might not have been the most business-savvy decision I made at the time, but it had turned out really well. Lewis had turned his back on his life of gambling and was taking my company from strength to strength.
“So, I was just going to go through some financial stuff,” Lewis started, pulling some paperwork out of his briefcase. “The IRS is coming to audit things in the next couple of weeks, so I just want to confirm everything with you.”
“Look, dude,” I told him seriously. “You know for a fact that I don’t get any of this stuff. I trust you to do what needs to be done – after all, you’ve been keeping things going for this long. I would much rather you just kept on doing what you’re doing, and then you just tell me what I need to do.”
“Yeah?” he asked curiously. “Are you sure you’re okay with that? I mean, if anything crops up that I think you need to know, then I’ll tell you, but I guess there isn’t any point in me telling you stuff you don’t need to know.”
“Sounds good,” I grinned, offering him a can of soda. “Just keep me in the loop on a need-to-know basis.”
“Okay, well, the only thing you need to know is that there’s a conference in St. Louis next week, which you should probably make a statement at. I think it will placate the stockholders if you come and show some interest. I will write your speech, of course.”
“Anything you need.” I didn’t mind doing stuff like that because it only came around once every so often. Plus, with Lewis’s words to get me through it, there wasn’t much room for nerves to come into play. I didn’t feel so self conscious with someone else guiding me. “I’m sure things will be just fine.”
“Okay, that sounds great. I will just keep on top of things.”
As he tucked his things back away, I couldn’t help but smile to myself. Lewis was so serious and straightforward, which was the absolute opposite of me. Whereas I got into my own head and blocked my own path, Lewis used logic to get himself to where he needed to be. It was how we worked together so well.
“So, why don’t you tell me what else you’ve been up to?” I nudged him playfully. “Any women on the scene that you can tell me about?” He remained silent, but the small smile playing on his lips intrigued me. “Oh, come on, tell a lonely, old man what’s going on out there in the world.”
“You have no need to be lonely,” he replied, looking a little sad, which stopped me in my tracks. I wanted this to be a lighthearted conversation, not something that dredged up everything that was wrong with my existence. “You could have the whole world falling at your feet if you wanted.”
“Yeah, well, right now I have a fence to build,” I half joked, wanting to talk about absolutely anything else. “I don’t have time to have loads of people at my feet.”
There were certain things that we didn’t discuss, and this was usually one of them. It seemed like I only had myself to blame, though – after all, I started it. “Actually, I probably should get started.” I stood up, indicating for him to go. I felt bad for kicking him out like that, but I felt backed into a corner and needed to get out. “It’s been good to see you.”
As we embraced one another to say goodbye, I felt my heart wobble a little bit. He was right; I knew it. I was sure that if I allowed him to unleash all the opinions that I was certain he kept bottled up inside, it would give me a whole lot to think about.
But I didn’t want to think – not about any of it. I just wanted to keep going the way I was. It was working for me. I was surviving. That was enough for the time being. Maybe in the future, I would be able to face things head on, but this wasn’t the moment. It just wasn’t.
“I’ll be in touch.” Lewis shot me one more concerned look before moving towards the door. “And, I’ll see you soon.”
“Yeah, we should go for drinks or something soon.” I smiled at him, but he didn’t answer. He turned and left, leaving me all by myself once more.