A Mended Heart: A tragic Love Story

Chapter 7: Marsha's Poem

*Knock, knock, knock... knock, knock, knock*

Ezeekiel began to stir, he slowly got himself up off the couch. He was a wreck with a slight headache. As he dragged himself across the floor, he accidentally knocked over the empty bottle of Bacardi.

"When did that get there" he thought to himself. Forgetting he got himself multiple glasses last night.

*Knock, knock, kn..*

"I'm coming, I'm coming." he mocked, yelling at the door.

"Who the fuck is at the door at this time in the morning."

Ezeekiel pulls out his cell phone it was actually 10:00 am. He hadn't slept this late in while. These past two days had taken a toll on him. Marsha wouldn't recognize him now if she saw him. Placing his hand on the knob, it finally hit him...

"Oh shit, the inspectors."

He immediately perked up, pulled his shirt down trying to get out the wrinkles. Looked around the house and noticed the empty bottle on the floor and a glass on the corner table with condensation around it. "Shit", he placed his hand over his mouth and blew "ha, ha". At least he passed his morning breath test.

Ezeekiel looked through his peep hole and saw a black brim hat, that reminded him of the ones in western movies. He tried to make out the figure but the person was backing him.

"Hello, can I help you?" Zeek opens the door slowly.

The figure turns around and to his surprise it was a young lady. She was dressed in a nice navy blue pin stripe pants suit. It was tightly fitted from her hips, down her thighs and calves and remained loose by the ankles. She wore a red spaghetti strap top under her matching navy blue blazer. She clutched a red hand bag and wore black red bottom heels.

She was not what he expected, she smiled at him...

"Hola, señor Moore?"

"Lo siento, no speak-a Spanish"

"I'm just messing with you I speak perfect English too."

Ezeekiel smiled, he was not too amused by the joke but at least she was not a hard ass inspector he thought.

"Yes, I'm Ezeekiel but you can call me Zeek. Come in, I been expecting you."

Technically he did not lie, he just forgot.

"My name is Isabella Ruiz, I'm the inspector from the Children of Army Veterans Safety System, or you can call us CAVS"

She giggled at her joke. She seemed bubbly, maybe too bubbly for 10:00 am.

"I prefer not too, Lakers fan." they both laughed.

Isabella's energy was contagious. As she walked in she paused for a second, noticing the empty Bacardi bottle on the floor. Then she glanced around and noticed the empty glass with condensation settled around the base of the glass.

"Hmmm, drinking all night" she thought to her self.

"You have a lovely home Mr. Moore."
"Thank you... my wife picked it out."

The mood changed, it got a little somber.

"How rude of me, my condolences. I read the report and wish that I didn't have to do my job sometimes... but"
"I get it, I've been an Army Ranger a couple years, spent 6 months deep cover... so I get it."

Ezeekiel closed the door behind him, closed his eyes momentarily. and walked in. As he walked he was transported back to his first deployment as a Ranger. Being one of the top gunnies in the class came with great responsibility.