Trina talks about Denny and Danny
Jeff and Beth were happy to be back in sunny Florida, the State where they met, and shared the happiest years of their lives. After a few relaxing days of walking on the beach past where they used to live, and a few hot nights reliving the passion of their youth, they made arrangements to meet Trina and Phil who had been their maid of honor and best man nearly twenty eight years ago when they first married.
Phil and Jeff took a ride to Will’s Wild Rides motorcycle shop. Trina and Beth were happy to have some time together to get caught up on the events that happened in their lives since Beth’s father, affectionately known as Papa Jack, had passed away. The women laughed and giggled like school girls, then Beth asked about Trina’s family. As usual, she grumbled about her mother, and asked if Beth really wanted to hear about her identical twin brothers.
“Both of them are a pain in the neck, but let me start with Denny. He enlisted, in the Marines. He went to Parris Island, did his thing there, and he loved it. He was always the physical, most athletic one of the twins. He got sent to Germany and was having a good ol’ time when he got news that his best buddy ever since he was in grade school was killed in Nam. He went to his CO and told him he wanted “to go to Viet Nam to kill gooks.” Guess he expressed that a little too strongly, because when he put in for it, they turned him down. He finished his tour, came back home, married his high school sweetheart, and had a baby right away. And, they lived happily ever after...”
“They obviously didn’t have the same hang ups you have about kids!” Beth laughed.
“Nope. Hey, you know me; I look at a baby, say ‘cute kid’ and keep on going. I would never ever hurt a child, but they aren’t the center of the universe to me. Raising Todd was a breeze compared to growing up with my brothers. Wanna hear about Danny?”
“Sure. What’s up with him?”
“Nothing good, nothing good at all. Wait a second, let me go get another pack of cigarettes.”
Beth couldn’t understand why as picky clean as Trina was, she still continued that nasty habit, with all the negative health reports in the news all the time, and the foreboding warning issued on every pack now.
Trina lit up a cigarette. “Okay, Danny… Danny, Danny. He was always the rebellious twin. He was also my mother’s favorite. When he was a junior in high school, he had to do an oral report for some class. It was called the Attributes of Adolf Hitler. Swear to God if you didn’t know history, and listened to Danny’s speech, you would’ve thought Hitler was Jesus Christ incarnate.”
“Are you kidding me?” Beth was appalled.
“Beth, would I kid about something like that? No I’m not kidding. The look on his face when he talked about that man was eerie. Anyway right after he graduated, he married his girlfriend, and they got this little dumpy apartment on the wrong side of town. Mom was always giving him money, big money for first and last months rent, and security deposits on better places, but Danny and Crissy never moved. They were into drugs big time. And, I do mean big time. Crissy was always trippin’ on LSD. Well, this one night while Danny was at work, his buddy Kyle came over. I don’t know if Kyle was into drugs or not, but he was a heavy drinker since high school. He and Danny were always getting busted for minor in possession, and they once got expelled for having a bottle of gin in their locker at school.”
“And, this was your mother’s favorite child?”
“Oh, yeah, Danny could do no wrong. Everything was always someone else’s fault. Kyle was the meanest boy on the school bus... always wore black leather, and greased back hair. He punched me once with his bare knuckles, and I thought I was going to go to the moon.”
“Oh, my God! He hit you? What did you do?”
“It hurt like hell, but I knew if I tried to defend myself, he’d beat the crap out of me, and then I’d be hurtin’ for certain with no one to come to my rescue. Anyway, getting back to Crissy… She was home alone one night, and a knock came on the door. Knowing it was a bad neighborhood, I’m sure she asked who it was; it was Kyle. She let him in; he was drunk on his butt as usual. She was once again trippin’ on LSD, and it’s said that she wanted to have sex with Kyle. Who knows, that’s Kyle’s side of the story.”
Trina gave her a ‘just listen’ look. “He’d been drinking all day, and then drank some more at her apartment. He said they tried to have sex on the floor only he couldn’t. She ridiculed him about it, and he went storming out. God only knows what happened next, but some time later, he showed up again. And, once again, she opened the door, and let him in the apartment. He greeted her with a blow to the head with a hammer. It was brutal... he’d stabbed her in the abdomen with a kitchen knife and poured salt into the wounds... and left her there either dead, or dying. Danny came home from work, and found her on the floor dead. It was all over the newspapers. Each and every article about it always included that ‘Mrs. Peters was under the influence of LSD at the time of the attack’. Hey, I’m not defending the fact that she took drugs, I’m anti drugs, but the news media made it sound like she deserved to be killed because of it. Danny called the police. Once he was cleared of any wrong doing, he checked himself into the State mental institution. Kyle is going to get life with no parole I’m sure. Crissy is dead, and who knows if Danny will ever be mentally stable enough to live in society again. And people wonder why I didn’t want any more kids. With my family history, there is no way in hell.”
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