"in Cold Blood"

As a preface, I started to put a version of this story up a couple months ago. I even loaded it on the site, but changed my mind and took it down. However it was put up anyway, and a few people started to read it before I got them to take it off. So if it reads slightly familiar to a few of you that's why.

There is no underage sex, and no misogyny.

"In Cold Blood"

By

Jedd Clampett

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"Here's my story,

Sad but true,

About a girl that I once knew,

She took my heart and ran around,

with every single guy in town..."

It's me Larry Gallagher. I've read stories about how some guy gets cuckold and his marriage ends in ruins. They all sound the same; the guy gets suspicious, snoops around, maybe hires a private investigator, catches his wife, and they go on and on usually ending up with the guy winning some kind a great settlement. After that the wife gets ostracized, gains fifty pounds, and ends up with bad breath working the night shift at a Walmart for minimum wage. The guy meanwhile rediscovers some lost love, marries again and lives happily ever after. I wondered if any of that stuff was ever true. Then it happened to me, and I found out there are the storybook endings and the real ones.

This is one of those stories. So here we go; down...down...down...down.

~~~~V~~~~

I never got suspicious, not a hint of anything. I thought everything was fine; the idyllic marriage, beautiful wife, happy home, planning on kids, and then in one evening it all blew up in my face.

My wife and I decided to go out to eat one Sunday night. It was a cool fall evening, the Ravens had won a close game, my wife had just returned from the state teacher's convention over in Ocean City, and I'd just come home from the Outer Banks where I'd sold a boat. Life looked good; it seemed like a good opportunity to celebrate.

We selected a local sports restaurant-tavern; the kind of place that has those large TV screens all over the place. The Steelers were playing a later game, and if they lost our team might be first in the Division.

We got there fairly early, a little after 6:00, and the early crowd was leaving so we only had to wait a few minutes. Our waitress smiled and led us to a table strategically near one of those TVs. Susan, my wife knew how much I was interested in the upcoming late game so she sat on the side with her back to the TV letting me keep an eye on the game and the scores.

Our waitress came back fairly quickly. We ordered two small pizzas; one with just extra cheese, and a second meat lover's pizza. I got a local beer. Susan got a wine cooler and a small salad. I guessed I knew who was eating pizza.

Things had been looking up. Our finances were good, and we seldom argued. Just the same I was a little worried. I felt like Susan and I had been drifting apart. I wanted children and she said she did too, but we just weren't able to get pregnant. I'd gotten myself tested and knew it wasn't me. I wanted to ask Susan to consider getting checked out or maybe just get some fertility drugs. We spent the next few minutes with the usual small talk. At 6:30 our waitress came back out with the food.

The game had a scheduled start for 8:30 so there really wasn't much of a chance of seeing any of it, but the TV was in and out with local high school stuff, a few remarks about the Ravens, and yeah the Eagles too.

6:30 was the scheduled time for the start of the local nightly news.

Me being a hardcore Republican and her a liberal Democrat we kept politics to a minimum, but other stuff like the ins and outs of local people, the school board, and local politicians was always mildly fun to watch. I wasn't paying much attention, but then suddenly something flashed on the screen.

I looked up and there was a side by side shot of my wife with a guy named David Westcott. Westcott was an older man. He owned a car dealership, was married with kids, and he'd been involved off and on in local political affairs. The restaurant had a good crowd, and there was some noise, but I did catch one word - 'affair'. Then I caught something about Tolchester, a beach house, and something about emails.

Susan must have heard it too because she turned around. She saw and heard everything I had. We stared at each other across the table for a few seconds. There were a few acquaintances sitting nearby, and they'd gone silent. Something was wrong.

I didn't know what to say so I said, "That was you and David Westcott?"

My wife had started fidgeting. She got out her cell phone and started tapping stuff into it. I just sat there watching and waiting. There had to be some explanation, but Susan wouldn't look at me so I was left to draw my own conclusion.

I got eye contact with our waitress, and she came over. I told her' "We'll be needing our check now, and some boxes for the pizzas and the salad."

I recall she asked, "Everything all right?"

I told her, "The food's fine, but we need to leave." I got up and looked at Susan, "Time to go home."

The waitress was back with our boxes. I slid the pizzas in, and looked at my wife again. She was still fumbling with her phone and decidedly avoiding eye contact with me. I said, "I'm leaving now. You coming?"

Nervously my wife put her phone back in her purse, slid out of her chair, and followed me out of the restaurant. We got to our car. I unlocked it, and climbed in the driver's seat while Susan got her own door and sat down. Neither of us said anything all the way home.

We got home, I got out, went to the front door, unlocked it, and took the pizzas to the kitchen. Susan followed silently.

We lived in a modest three bedroom two bathroom ranch house. We had an attached garage, but like most garages it was piled up with junk. Once in the kitchen I got out a couple paper plates, sat down and plopped a piece of cheese pizza on one of them. Susan followed me in and reached for her salad. I asked her, "You got anything to say?"

She had her phone out again. She replied, "No."

I did. I said, "I'll get your luggage while you start to pull out your things." That's when she started.

She was nervous and shaking. I saw the beginnings of tears. Did I care? I wanted to kill her. She sobbed, "Larry listen. You don't know. It's not what..."

I cut her off, "You're kidding. I saw it on TV. You're having an affair with David Westcott. Now get your shit together. You're getting out."

The tears flooded out, "Larry I don't have anywhere to go. My family lives on the other side of the Bay. I have school tomorrow. I'll need my computer. I need my supplies. Larry..."

I was tuned in. School supplies, work, a place to sleep, but what about our marriage? Me? Where's the guilt? A murder's been committed, and she's worried about a computer. Believe me I was tuned in, "You can pack everything in your car. There's a Marriott down the road. You'll make out just fine."

She gave me some kind of sad hang dog look like she thought I was buying bullshit. Not a chance. She saw it wasn't making a difference so she got up and started for our bedroom to get her stuff.

Her suitcases were stored in the rafters with the canoes in the garage so I went out. When I got back she was in the living room talking on the phone. I stepped in, "Susan there's nothing in here for you. Why aren't you getting your shit together?"

She said, "I wanted to call my parents."

I looked at her. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, "Tell your mom and dad you'll be needing them."

Whatever it was she'd been saying she stopped. She whispered in the phone, "Bye mom. I'll call you later."

Nervously and still teary eyed she sped back to our bedroom. I followed. She was packed and ready to go very quickly. I carried her bags through the house and out to her car, a Nissan. I opened and held her door for her. Just before she got in she said, "Can't I at least explain?"

I was smoldering. I replied, "I'll be in touch."

As she got in I got a, "Larry."

"Good bye," was all I said.

She sat down, found her key, started her car up and backed down the drive. She didn't look up or back, not once.

As she drove away I thought, 'Now what? Well I had to go inside and try to figure out what exactly was what. No matter, I knew my life had turned a page.'

The Back Story:

Susan and I met in college; that would be the University of Maryland at College Park. I was from the Eastern Shore of Maryland just outside a town called Rock Hall. My father worked for the state roads. My mother was an elementary school teacher. I had two older brothers; one who'd enlisted in the army and was further south at Fort Benning, Georgia the other was married and lived nearby.

I'd graduated high school, gone to community college. After finishing an A.A. I kissed my high school sweetheart good bye, and took off for College Park. Susan was a sophomore when I got there. I lived off campus. She lived in one of the dorms. We met at a party, started dating, and that was pretty much that.

Oh there were a couple scrapes. She got hooked up with a basketball player for a while. I think she thought he was bound for glory and she might tag along, the NBA and all. That didn't happen. It hurt a little bit I guess, but I'd dumped my high school sweetie, that had hurt her so I supposed this was my turn.

Life went on. I dated a few; met a wannabe cheer leader. Anyway Susan and I found each other again my senior year. It was at a football game. Maryland lost to Penn State, no surprise there. I was with my 'Wannabe', and Susan was with some jock. She saw me and I guess between the two of us we made all the right moves. By December we were a couple again. That time it stuck.

I graduated and thanks to my dad and his pull I got a job with the state in their natural resources department near our home town. I told Susan about it over the phone and she was glad I found something. I wasn't. I started with the state, but got bored. Originally I thought I'd be outside, but the job was mostly clerical stuff, and I didn't want to be stuck in an office all day long.

We'd all grown up around the water, and I'd been pretty good helping out on head boats and such when in high school. There was a large marina not far, and my dad knew the owner real well. I went down and got a job. The pay wasn't the greatest, but the owner showed me a couple older vessels that were up for sale. I saw my dad, and he and mom agreed to lend me some money. I bought the better of the two and went to work restoring it. So I was out of school, working, and planning for my future, while Susan finished up her senior year.

Susan had majored in math and minored in education. She and I didn't see a lot of each other her last year, but we stayed a couple, and stayed in touch mostly by email. I believed she stayed faithful. I know I had, and that was in spite of all the home town girls I knew.

Susan graduated, but said she wanted to take some time to travel before settling down. I was good with that. I kept working and saving. She backpacked across Europe. We didn't talk or email much, but every few weeks she'd send me some postcards. It looked like she was really broadening her horizons. The end of August she came home. She looked more beautiful than ever. That was when I popped the question; I asked her to marry me. I even gave her a ring.

She was delighted. She told me yes, but she wanted to hold off a little longer. One of her new girlfriends, a person she'd met in Europe who lived in California invited her out for the fall. I was good with that. Hell I was still busy. I'd sold one boat and was busy with another plus working at the marina.

She came back from California right after Christmas. I went out to Gaithersburg and got reacquainted with her parents. They wanted to know what I was doing. They sounded pleased. Susan told us all about California, Europe, and all the wonderful people she'd met.

After that Susan settled into a new niche. She enrolled in a graduate program at Maryland, and over the spring, the summer, and all the following year she fleshed it out. So it took a while, but a few years after I'd graduated we tied the knot. We did it in her home town.

At first Susan wanted me to move to Gaithersburg, but I showed her my account books. Once she saw how much I could earn she understood the value of her moving to the Shore. She moved down and thanks to my mom she easily found a job teaching. We still married in her hometown of Gaithersburg to please her parents.

I had some money saved, and an uncle who was a real estate lawyer. We bought a house; the rancher, and the two of us moved right in. She and I agreed to wait to start a family. So for the next couple years Susan taught math a the public middle school, while I worked at the marina, repaired and sold used boats, and operated a small fishing tourist operation.

Then a few years down the road I got my restaurant surprise.

So what was up? What was I going to do? What was wrong with my wife? Was this her first time? Why'd she do it? Could I take her back? And what about me? Was it me? The questions kept piling up.

The car salesman, David Westcott was in his fifties. He had to be more than twenty years older than Susan. What was it with him? Why him? Should I care? Well I did. To be honest I was fried. I couldn't sleep, couldn't eat; all I thought about was my Susan in another man's arms.

I knew I had to do something so first things first. Take time off. Call a lawyer and find out my options. Then what? Then we'd see. First thing Monday I checked around, and made an appointment for late that afternoon.

That afternoon the man who'd be my lawyer, Horace Bradley, and I met. Here's how he laid it out.

"Mr. Gallagher you've got a damn good case. Your wife's relationship has been all over the local news and the newspapers. Can't say for sure, but it seems Mrs. Westcott hired herself an investigator. The word is the Westcott's have a cottage on the beach near Tolchester, and it's probably jointly owned so any sound or video would all be legally obtained. If its divorce you're after Mrs. Westcott's evidence can be used by us. Have you decided what you want to do?"

I replied, "I don't know. I've loved her a long time, but I've always believed infidelity was a game breaker. What I mean is I'd like to think I could find a way to forgive her and put this behind us. Sounds crazy I know."

He replied, "I understand. I've seen this before, happens more often than most people realize. And sure, I know it hurts..."

I interrupted, "Yes it does hurt. I mean in a way it's as bad as someone dying. Something has died. I just don't know."

He said, "Well hang in there for now. We could start with a simple legal 'separation agreement'. She moves out. You provide some support, and maybe she gets to come back and visit. No sex though. You might even agree to let her move back home, but I wouldn't advise it."

I asked, "You think that's an idea that could work?"

He said, "A separation like that isn't necessarily permanent. You might change your mind. You might let her back in. You might go for divorce. The good thing is if you go for divorce you've shown you started with the willingness to consider reconciliation."

"So a legal separation..."

He held up a hand, "Is a start. Let's suppose there's more to this relationship your wife has been having. There might have been some form of coercion. Westcott might have plied her with drugs. Think about it; we see cases like this all over the news. Then there're other considerations."

"Other considerations?"

"We have to consider all the possibilities. She might've initiated the affair. This might not have been her only affair. Can you account for her every moment?"

I was stumbling, "You think?"

"I have no idea about anything beyond the Westbrook matter; only what I've read in the papers, which is apparently all you know as well."

Just being a guy who worked around boats and such maybe I was being a little diffident, "So what should I do?"

He smiled, "Let's get your finances in order. If you'll give me limited power of attorney I'll proceed to rearrange your accounts. We won't put her in penury, but we need to protect all your assets. Is she on your insurance?"

"No, I'm on hers."

"We'll keep that quiet for now. Also I'd like to hire someone."

"Hire someone?"

"Yes I'd like to get an investigator to look into your wife's activities. Nothing serious, but let's check around. How serious has this been? How long has it been going on? Has there been anyone else?"

I asked, "Anyone else? Like other lovers? How much will all this cost?"

He smiled blandly, "You talked to my secretary. You know my rates. We'll keep it at the low end for now. How's that?"

"You'll do the finances?"

"No additional cost."

I said, "All right."

He tapped his intercom, "Marge draw up something giving us limited power attorney for Mr. Gallagher here."

I heard some indistinguishable mumbling, and then asked, "Is that all?"

"For now yes. We'll call you tomorrow about the separation papers. We'll need your signature for that," he paused, "Think about your wife's behavior lately, ask around. Talk to friends and neighbors. Find out if they've seen anything. Remember of course, people tend to take sides. And one more thing; if you don't intend to let her back home have the locks changed." Then he stood up and held out his hand, "we'll keep in touch."

We shook hands. I went outside where Marge was finishing up the agreement for me to sign. I signed it and left.

Outside in my car I sat and thought. Change the locks? Ask around if my wife has been seen cheating? Had it come to this? I guess that's when the reality of the situation sank in. Heretofore I supposed I'd been kind of numb. Now it hit me; this was for real. My wife had been cheating on me. She'd ruined everything. I felt dirty, not dirty from hard work; no, more like being sullied, like slipping into a cesspool.

Those stupid stories I'd read, the people I'd met; this was real! I've always had a pretty strong constitution, but this was heavy stuff. I opened my car door and leaned out. I felt like I had to throw up. Nothing came out. I hadn't had anything to eat all day, no appetite, only a gnawing feeling of emptiness. It felt like something was just withering away. I'd read stories, "The Count of Monte Cristo". My head hurt. My digestive system was doing flips. Maybe if I drank some water? My lower spine was really sore. I was going to be ill; not just sick but really ill. This really was like a death. My wife had killed me. I was going to die.

I drove home. Of course the house was empty. Normally Susan would've been there. She would have had the TV or the radio on. She'd be chattering about this or that. I walked in and it was like a morgue. Everything was exactly the way I'd left it. It was a forlorn lonely feeling. Everything was wrong. I looked around. The pictures were still there; our wedding picture we took in front of the church was still on the wall. In the dining room the China closet still had the plastic domed thing with the bride and groom in it. There was a solo shot of Susan from some seminar. Had she been faithful then? I didn't know.

I got dinner started, leftover pizza in the microwave, and called a locksmith. They said they'd be out the next day. After dinner I watched some TV; then I sat down to make a couple lists. First I made a list of people I'd want to talk to. Second I tried to write down everything I could remember about Susan's activities the past few weeks. That was unnerving. I spent more time remembering my life before than anything else. I wondered about Europe and California a little bit too, but we hadn't been married yet even if I hadn't done anything. She'd never mentioned men, and I'd supposed she'd been like me.