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  • By the time Macklin got home he was completely exhausted. His flight out of Newark had mechanical problems and made an unscheduled, but non-emergency according to the pilot's announcement, stop in Pittsburg. A two hour delay had them back in the air on the same plane continuing to Cleveland. He and many other of his fellow passengers imbibed in too many drinks to cover their fears at every bump and thump of the plane.

    He was quite mellow when they finally landed and completely forgot to take his phone out of the "airplane mode". If he had, he might have seen all the nonsensical texts from Sonny.
    He crept up his stairs and quietly slipped into bed without waking his wife. He was asleep in no time.

    They were having a leisurely breakfast and reading the Sunday paper when he remembered to put his phone back in normal mode. His message display lit up with three separate texts from Sonny, and one from his office. He couldn't understand the one's from Sonny and figured his phone had probably scrambled them while in the seldom used "airplane mode". Probably just Sonny confirming the job was done. He would call him once he left the house.
    He told his wife he needed to make a quick run to the office, but he would be back in time for lunch.
    Bobbie took twice the amount of Tynenol #3 as the doc had prescribed and was just able to make it to her bed. She forgot all about the bag with Sonny's things in it and barely remembered to plug in her phone before the fog took her. By midnight Sonny's phone was completely dead.

    Looking in the mirror in the morning light was frightening. Her face had purple bruises around her eyes from the air-bags and her cheeks were swollen. Her nose was puffy and she looked like she had just been beaten by her pimp. Just great! Thank God she had the day off. All she wanted to do was self medicate and crawl back under the covers.

    She thought about visiting Sonny in the hospital, but it was just too much effort. Besides, he had been acting a little squirrely and putting some space between them lately. She couldn't quite figure him out. Something was off with him. The natural chatter between them had dried up and seemed forced, as if his mind was somewhere else. And he had become short in his responses to her. Like they were still partners but no longer friends. She was thinking about all this when the good drugs took effect.
    From his office Macklin tried to call Sonny. All he got was that annoying "the party you are calling is not available at this time." After his fourth try he hung up and figured if Sonny needed to talk to him before the meeting on Friday, he knew Macklin's number...besides, his lunch was getting cold and the Browns were playing the Steelers at one...
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