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David had last seen Samantha's parents, Penelope and Aaron Carthage, in August. He had never met any two people who could make him feel so uncomfortable so fast. He didn't go over to their house unless he absolutely had to.
He had dropped Emmy off for a sleepover and when the girls ran upstairs, Penelope ushered David inside. She had the body and tan of a beach volleyball player. Large, but very real, breasts. And, a toothpaste model's smile. None of this really tempted David. He couldn't call himself a one-woman man, but he certainly could call himself a two-woman man. He didn't sleep with anything with breasts for the hell of it. But, any woman that beautiful and that friendly had some inherent risks.
She welcomed him to her home as she would welcome Santa Claus bringing presents. Four thick candles burned on the coffee table. From what he could tell, each candle had a different scent and it the combination made his head spin. She picked up the first one.
"What do you think?" She put the candle right under his nose, practically singeing his nose hairs.
"Does it remind you of anything?"
"No, vanilla is wrong," she said dismissively. "Breathe deeply. Relax. What does it remind you of?"
An image of the green moss that grew behind his childhood house popped into his head. But, he didn't say it out loud because it sounded crazy.
"I really don't know."
She put the candle down and held up the next one.
"Try this one. What does it smell like?"
This one made his heart race and his stomach ball up into a fist inside him. He pushed it away.
"I don't know," he said with a nervous chuckle.
"You reacted to that one. What did it smell like?"
"Fear," he said.
She nodded as if he had said something normal such as 'cinnamon' or 'pine trees.'
"Very interesting," she said. "Anything else? Any images?"
"I'm sorry, I don't know what you mean. Listen, I have got to get going…"
"No, wait. Please stay. Have a drink."
"I don't think so."
"Come on, David. Stay," said Aaron Carthage, who had appeared through the patio door. He had dirt all over his jeans and twigs in his hair. His had a deep tan on his bare chest, and a few red patches from sunburn. His brownish red hair had become streaked with blond from too much sun.
"What have you been doing outside?" David asked. "It's 110 degrees."
"The heat doesn't bother me. Good for the soul."
Then Aaron proceeded to kiss Penelope as if he hadn't seen her in a year. He tugged at the little knot on the back of her halter-top as if he planned to take it off right then and there. David backed toward the door.
Penelope giggled and pushed Aaron away. "Stop it. You're making David uncomfortable."
"No, it's fine. I just have to go."
"You have got to try Penelope's Sangria," he said. "It's amazing. She uses Texas peaches and Texas wine. It's worth a taste, I promise you."
"I made it without strawberries just for you," she said with a pout.
Well, if she still wanted him to have a drink with her husband there, at least that must mean she didn't intend anything inappropriate. Unless they were both coming on to him, an idea too distressing to consider.
"Okay," he said, cautiously.
They looked way too pleased.
"Have a seat," she said and pointed to their couch, a morbidly obese version of a regular couch. David sank into it so deeply, he knew he couldn't get up quickly he wanted to. Penelope went into the kitchen and Aaron sat in the armchair across from him. Personal space. That's better.
"Smells interesting in here, huh?" Aaron asked.
"Interesting is a good way to put it," David said.
"Smell the green candle," he suggested.
"I can smell it from here."
"What does it remind you of?"
"Shush," Penelope said. "I already asked him. He doesn't know." She put down a tray with three glasses of candy apple red wine with bits of fruit floating in it. She handed one to David and one to her husband. To her credit, the Sangria was amazing. It took only a couple sips for the drink to spread warmth into all of his extremities. He felt as if he had had a two-hour massage.
"What is in this?" he asked, putting the glass down.
"Just wine, brandy, juice, and ginger ale," Penelope said. "Do you like it?"
"Yes. It's delicious."
"Drink up," she said.
David took another sip.
"Tell me about your childhood," Penelope said.
"What were your parents like?"
"Normal," she repeated, as if she'd never heard the word.
She sank back into the couch, looking defeated.
Aaron showed David a blue and green marble in palm of his hand. "Do you know what this is?" Aaron asked.
"A marble," David said.
Aaron dropped it into David's hand.
"Now what is it?" he asked.
Okay. That's enough. World's greatest Sangria or not.
"A marble," David said.
Aaron glanced at Penelope and shook his head. They looked at him as if he acted crazy.
"I really don't think he knows," Penelope said.
"Destruction," Aaron said. "Has to be."