Gravity could hear the three of them arguing downstairs. She couldn’t make out what was being said because Augusta’s music was on full blast but she could tell they were heated. And probably rightfully so.
Everything was so fucked up and Gravity had no idea how to fix it. She was a bit freaked out that she cared because before all this happened she didn’t think she did anymore. But truth be told, she actually loved her parents. Her life wasn’t so bad. The money was nice. People looked up to her for shit she didn’t even remember doing. She had it easy. They were good to her. Lu loved her.
What was she really so angry about any way? Daddy travels a lot? Mommy has an important job? Gravity felt silly. And stupid. And guilty. A guy died. So she’s probably going to hell now. Even if she didn’t mean it. She still did it. Maybe she should kill herself now. Or let that guy’s wife take her out. An eye for an eye or whatever.
Gravity picked up her cellphone then threw it back down. She stared at it like it was a tarantula in the room. Some gross frightening thing. Then she snatched it up again and googled the phone number of the police detective that tried to interview her while she was in jail. Her lawyer never let the conversation happen happen but Gravity felt like it’s time to come clean. The only way to move on from this is to accept responsibility for what she and her sister had done. She’ll take the fall for the both of them. She’ll say she threatened Augusta or something. She’ll accept the punishment and then maybe everyone can forget it ever even happened.
Lu decided there would be no better time than right now to do a deep spring clean of the house. All the tension in the house was weighing on her and the best way to avoid any more strange kitchen counter conversations would be to keep very very busy. She began in the upstairs guest rooms and worked her way from one side of the house to the other. She cleaned vents, baseboards, behind toilets, under furniture, inside closets, dusted plants and bleached towels. It was a very productive day.
She was careful in Jared’s office. Staying clear of the piles of paper on his desk and books splayed out on the office couch. She stuck to the baseboards and dusting the shelves. ‘Just shaking up the dust mites’ she thought to herself. But the closet in Jared’s office had a strange odor to it. Almost foul. She got on her knees and sniffed around the disorganized walk-in closet trying to find the source of the smell. She found it but she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Jared’s old black boots. The ones he wore undone…with the red laces. Burnt to a crisp. Wreaking of gasoline and fire. Lu backed out of the closet fast…almost a reverse crab crawl. And she bumped in to Jared who was standing in the doorway of his office.
“Whats wrong Lu?” he asked.
Lu was silent.