by Lisa Parris

Created on: January 04, 2009

Last Request

Kevin died while we were waiting to watch the season premier of Heroes. One second he was shoveling a fistful of popcorn in is mouth, bitching about Sylar and espousing theories of what the real meaning of the eclipse was; the next he was gone.

I missed the weekly church bingo game that Saturday, which is just my luck. I'd been on a winning streak. I'd won twenty bucks the week before; well, ten really because I share with Maria which, I think, is a huge mistake all she's ever won is a gift certificate from Wal- Mart. But we made a deal a long time ago, and I just don't see any way out of it, now that my luck has finally turned.

Although, I was sad about Kevin's death, I tried to look on the bright side. Like, now I can hog the bed, and sleep right in the middle. I can set the thermostat as high as I like without having to hear about how my love of heat is costing him the earth. And I can read my romance novels in peace. Most importantly, now that he's gone, there's no way he can ever find out about me and Tony. He'd have probably never found about us anyway. Unless one of his bowling buddies had taken him aside and said, Now Kevin, about your wife and that burger van guy'

It wasn't' as though I loved Tony it's just that he said such adorable things and he said them in an Italian accent. I'm an absolute sucker for a sexy, foreign accent. If is asked Kevin what color my hair was, he'd probably say something like You mean for real? Who can remember that far back? If you want to know, just look on the box.' Tony said it was the color of the last rays of sun on the first day of summer. See the difference? Yeah? Me too.

Once, I bought a really nice pair of sling back sandals- and they were on sale for twenty-five percent off- at the Shoe Carnival.

When I asked Kevin if he liked them, he said, Un-huh' without looking up from the paper. Mind you he was doing the crossword in ink, and it was the Sunday edition. That takes a lot of concentration, but still.

When I showed my new shoes to Tony, he clutched his chest and staggered as if wounded. Pretending to cry and said, How-a canna like your shoes-a? Im-a so jealous of them, they so lucky to be wrap-ped around your feets all-a day.'

Sexy feet? Me? Queen of thick toe nails, and foot fungus?

I stopped seeing Tony two months before the fatal Heroes episode. The hygiene people raided his burger van. Evidentially there was some question as to proper hand washing practices which he could not satisfactorily answer,

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