THANKSGIVING 5 PM
THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! “Damn Frank, you’re one fat fuck.”
Jen A. Tausk couldn’t believe the circumstances she was in. She’s hiking along a trail in Harriman State Park with her unconscious husband Frank Gambini in a burlap sak. She had been slowly dragging him up the trail for what seemed like hours. Her arms felt like jello. The blister on her left foot heel was now the size of a golfball. It felt like she had dipped her heel in a smoldering fire pit. Why the hell did she decide to keep her high heels on when she should be wearing hiking boots? But that was Jen and her bizarre ways, even trying to make a fashion statement in the great outdoors while committing a heinous crime. Luckily, the trail was clear. No other hikers had passed her in the last two hours.
Her skirt blew up from the bitter wind, revealing part of her underwear. She shivered and walked faster. Her ankles gave out again. She went on toe too early in her ballet career, which caused her ankle bones to grow abnormally.
“Wha..ugh…oww…where am I?” Frank finally spoke. His voice was weary, muffled from the sack. He was drifting in and out of consciousness.
“Don’t worry, we’re almost there.” Jen said.
“You stupid bitch. I trusted you. Let me out. I can’t breathe in this thing. Oh, my head is killing me worse than those fucking migranes. Where are you taking me?”
“Shut up Frank. Stop complaining.” Jen struggled, moving uphill on the trail. It seemed impossible that she dragged him up here on her own. But she did it.
THANKSGIVING 12 PM
Frank stuffed his face with stuffing. Everything he did in his life was excessive. Eating, drinking, smoking, everything except exercise. So when his boss, Fred “Bulldog” Angotti, dropped three thousand dollars from the Onondaga casino heist under the table, Frank couldn’t resist the payout. He stuffed the money into his pants, assuming Fred would never know. It was the perfect opportunity. Jen was preparing the turkey in the kitchen while Fred was in the bathroom.
THANKSGIVING 12:15 PM
Fred returned from the bathroom and sat back down at the head of the table.
“This meal is delicious,” Frank stuffed the green beans in his mouth as Fred looked under the table. He smirked and looked directly at Frank.
“Stop eating Frank. You’ve had enough.” Jen said.
“I’m still hungry,” he mumbled.
“How stupid do you think I am?” Fred said.
“What are you talking about?” A half-eaten green bean dropped from Frank’s mouth.
“I left that money under the table to see if I could trust you. Obviously I was wrong.”
Fred’s face turned beat red. He was embarrassed but he knew what he had to do. He rushed toward the window, grabbed his Louisville Slugger.
He hit Frank in the head even before he could swallow the handful of green beans he stuffed in his mouth.
Frank collapsed onto the floor. Jen and Fred both lugged his unconscious body into the burlap sak.
“Damn Freddy, he’s fucking heavy.” She was annoyed.
“Jen, this is your initiation test. Take him up to the cliff near Black River in Harriman State Park and push him off.”
“Why can’t we just bury him alive somewhere around here?”
“It has to be out of the city. Just do your fucking job. It’s not always about great fucking wine and fancy restaurants. You want to be a real member of this family, dirty work needs to be done.” Jen rolled her eyes then kissed Fred seductively.
Jen was exhausted, her arms felt like she had been holding forty pound dumbbell weights and the goose bumps all over her body caused the hair on her skin to stand straight up.
“Jenny, you’re still my fucking wife. Let’s work this out.” Frank said.
“We’re almost there,” Jen replied. She dragged the dirty burlap sack covered with wet leaves a few more feet. She had repeated this action over a thousand times.
Over the ridge, Jen was delighted to see the cliff. The lake stretched toward the horizon. “Beautiful.” She whispered.
“C’mon baby, let me out of here. Let me go. I promise, I’ll give Freddy back the bills I swiped. Honest, I’ll never do it again.”
Jen laughed at his plea.
“I gave you everything,” Frank bellowed.
She could barely move her arms, just enough to unzip the sack. Crusty dried blood ran down the side of his face. His nose was broken, and blood still oozed from his nostrils. He could barely move. The pain was so intense.
“I’m going to miss you baby. I’ll remember the good times and try to forget the bad.” She took off her wedding ring.
“Open your mouth Frank,” She said.
Frank complied. Jen laid her ring on his tongue, then shut his jaw shut and kissed him on the lips.
“Fred is my new man.”
“No! Don’t do it.” Frank said as the thunder bellowed in the distance, drowning out his desperate plea.
Jen shuddered and spoke softly. “Scary. That was so unexpected, sort of how newfound love makes you do things you could never imagine yourself doing. Goodbye Frank.” She zipped up the sack.
Jen groaned as she pushed the sack toward the cliff. His screams pierced her sensitive ears.
She smiled when she heard the sack splash in the river. Black River would freeze when the temperatures were expected to drop to 0 in a few days. The authorities would not find his body until spring. She could almost smell a bit of spring in the air already.
Now that Frank was finally out of her life, she could be the loving wife of a mob boss. “Fred’s a powerful man,” She thought to herself as she jogged back to the car with a deceptive grimace.