“I don’t like you on the computer. You know that,”
he said. I was glad that he didn’t tell me that Rebecca couldn’t teach me to cook.
“It’s only a recipe, Drew.”
He looked right to Rebecca. “I don’t have a problem with it if you don’t mind me blocking your internet,” he said to her.
She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t care. That recipe is not on the internet. It’s from one of many cookbooks that I have downloaded. I don’t need to be online to access them.”
Drew turned the laptop away from me so that I couldn’t see the password that he put into block all internet access. He really was a stupid son of a bitch. I knew every password he had. I had sat on his desk while he did what he wanted with me so many times it was pathetic. I knew as soon as he put it in he had typed, all my love with no spaces. I often wondered what it meant. I knew that it wasn’t about me. He never in the almost six years that I was there hinted anything about love. He turned the computer back to me and left without another word.
I wished that Rebecca had said more about her plan, but that was all that the note had said. We would be alone that night because Drew would be gone.
“Wait,” Dawson said, interrupting my story again.
“What?” I asked, entwining my fingers with his.
“He left you and Rebecca alone?”
“Yeah, all the time. Why?”
“Why didn’t you both just leave?”
“It wasn’t that easy, Dawson. I wouldn’t have done that anyway. Rebecca had stayed with me and took care of me for almost six years. For one thing, she needed her money when she left. I didn’t want her to be associated with my leaving him at all. Not to mention he could log on to his laptop anywhere in the world and go right to the cameras. Every room in the house had cameras. He had called me several times, and asked me things like how was your bath, your snack, your swim. Once he called to warn me that I was in trouble for going too far on the golf cart. He couldn’t hear me when I drove the cart around, but he could see where I went.”
I snickered a little. “That was when I called him every name in the book.”
“How did you get into his office with all the cameras? Didn’t he have one outside of his office?
“Yes he did, and Rebecca was an expert criminal.
She had really thought things through. I didn’t know how in the world she expected us to get in there. I was scared shitless”
I was sitting on the sofa after taking a bath, reading when all of the lights in the house went off. I didn’t know where Rebecca was, and wondered what was going on.
My cellphone rang, and I answered it right away, seeing that it was Drew.
“What the hell is going on there?” he angrily asked.
“I’m not sure. All of the lights just went off.”
Rebecca called from the kitchen. “Powers out.”
“Rebecca said the power must be out.” No sooner did I say that, the lights were back on.
“They’re back on,” I said.
“Don’t hang up until I see for myself,” he demanded.
I waited, and it took three minutes for the cameras to reset so that he could see me. I just knew Rebecca was behind it.
Drew hung up without another word. I went back to my book, wishing that I could talk to Rebecca without him hearing. What the hell was she up to?
Another thirty minutes or so went by when the lights mysteriously went out again, and this time Drew called Rebecca. I listened to the one sided conversation from the kitchen. Rebecca told him that she had already called the power company. She did… about ten times. She too knew Drew, and knew that he would call them too.
She wanted the power company to tell him that they had several calls already.
I was so confused when I finally turned in. I never talked to Rebecca again, and the power had only been out a short time again.
I was sound asleep when Rebecca quickly came into my room. I jumped when I felt the tickle of something soft. It was pitch black again, and the light that usually cast a soft, dim light through my window was out too.
“Hurry. We don’t have much time.”
“Rebecca, what the hell are you doing?”
“We’re going into Drew’s office. The lights are going to come back on any minute. Get up!”
I got up, and she moved the pillows under the cover and placed the blonde wig on my pillow. My heart was beating a million miles a minute. She was going to get us both killed.
We had just gotten the door closed when the lights came back on. “How the hell are you turning the lights on and off?” I wanted to know.
She ran right to the computer and moved the mouse, bringing the sleeping computer to life. “Ms. K is taking care of it. I didn’t ask questions. I just know how long we have. What’s the password to log on?” she asked, sitting in his chair.
I couldn’t think. I had seen him put in that password a hundred times, and it wasn’t coming to me.
“Come on, Morgan!” Rebecca pleaded.