The Town Cop

A Little Slice Please

Normally I wouldn't go to Bill's Diner on a Sunday, but I'll be honest, I was not having pop tarts again for breakfast today. Bill was in the back making my egg n' bacon platter when trouble walked through the front door. Would you believe me if I told you it was Raymond? One glance in the mirror behind the counter shown the mutton chop cop standing behind me. His hands were on his hips with one resting on his glock. He slowly stalked up behind me, I had to quickly look away from the mirror when his glance met mine. I cleared my throat a little too loudly. 

"hey Brennan, how are you this morning?" he said with a cold tone. Was he really gonna talk to me like nothing had happened yesterday? 

"Doing great sir" I decided to meet his cold shoulder with my own bitterness. Luckily Bill came back with my food before the awkward silence continued any longer.

"thanks Bill, looks delicious!" I say, pretending that Raymond doesn't exist. But what he says next catches me off guard.

"that's not the only thing in here that looks delicious" I felt his soft coffee stained breath splash onto my neck, making every hair raise.

WHAT DID HE JUST SAY? I try not to keep myself from having a mental breakdown. When I look in the mirror I see my face has went flush. 

"I'll take that delicious slice of apple pie Mr. Arguson" Raymond says while casually sitting down in the stool beside me to the right. "are you feeling okay Brennan? You look kinda pale" he says as Bill pours him a cup of coffee, black, which I would soon find out was the only way he'd drink it.

"Just tired" I snap while looking down at my plate in order to avoid eye contact with him. 

Over the next ten or so minutes I listen to Bill and Raymond discuss the weather, politics (he's super conservative by the way, go figure right?) and the low crime in the town lately. He talks like a normal person, like the person I knew as Raymond Willis before he ever made me touch his girthy manhood. I look up from my plate, which had slowly but surely become very empty over the last ten minutes. I guess all that action yesterday wore me out. 

"well I better get back to the station... Brennan finish the rest of this pie, an apple pie as good as this shouldn't go to waste and you look like you need a little meat on them bones." He says with a smile as he pushes his half eaten pie towards me. I simply thank him and go back to ignoring him, it's easier for my dick that way. He nods at Bill and leaves. The ding of the door as he leaves is equally the best and worst sound in the world. 

"that was awfully nice of him wasn't it?" Bill says, his old blue eyes staring straight into my soul as if he somehow knew Raymond and I had a past. I nodded at him and went to eat the pie. Apple with a sugar crumb topping. It was sweet like fall and tangy like a fresh breeze in an orchard. Bill really knew his desserts. Oddly enough apple pies had a big significance with me. My grandma used to take me every Sunday after church to get brunch at Tilly's Diner (Bill's diner before he owned it.) I can remember distinctly the smell of her daffodil scented perfume, her dress splashed with spring time flowers and sunshine. We'd walk in after church and greet Tilly, who was the choir leader at our church, and then sit at a table in the far back. Every time we went we'd always finish with a piece of warm apple pie, with a sugar crumb topping. In essence it came to represent my grandmother, and when she passed I took it really hard, I was only 10 at the time. So every year after that I came into eat a piece on her birthday, and I always ordered it the same way she did. "A little slice please" as Tilly, and then eventually Bill passed the table. 

By the time I'm done reminiscing I realize I've ate the entire thing. And here I was gonna start watching my carbs. I slide the plate to the back of the counter for Bill to take. I grab the napkin that was under the plate and wipe the bits of sugar crumb I have on the corners of my mouth. 

"Hey sonny it looks like you got a little something on your lip" Bill says pointing at my face with his crooked old callous finger. 

I look in the mirror behind him and sure enough I have black ink on the side of my mouth. I look down at the napkin and see that Raymond had left me a message. 

"I remember the time you asked for a little slice please and Bill was out. I gave you my piece because I knew how much it meant to you. Please don't think I'm ignoring you, I just can't be open in front of people like you can. I hope you understand. If you have any questions txt me at 309-779-828..." 

The last number was smudged because of my damn mouth. But I had bigger issues to deal with. How could Raymond be the one that gave me that slice of pie 3 years ago? It was a woman with long blonde hair that gave it to me. Nothing makes any sense. However, I was gonna text every number I could for his last number, because he has some explaining to do. Somehow I felt like this was just him trying to get me in his good graces so he could do what he wanted to with me. Part of me kinda hoped that was his plan. 

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Hey guys! Sorry for taking so long between the first and second chapter. I didn't know there was this much interest in this story, I'm so proud of what its becoming and it would mean a lot if you liked/ comment/ or share this story! Love You All Lots! -WP