More Than a Kiss

Elvis Has Left the Building

Amy didn’t hear from Jordan the next day. Or the day after that. She had checked her phone for missed calls or texts approximately one hundred and seventy-eight times. She had called Edison at least twenty times each day. Edison reassured her that she was still trying to track Jordan and Irma down. But like Edison said, “If Irma wants to go off the grid, there was no way she’d be found.”

Amy was exhausted. Worrying burned up a lot of energy. She barely slept. She worked like she was sleepwalking and drank coffee like a fish. She hadn’t seen Chad since he proposed. He was off work until his hand healed. That was the only good news. However, Amy still couldn’t help but look over her shoulder all the time. She felt like she was being watched everywhere she went. She even checked the women’s restroom for peepholes before she allowed herself to sit on the toilet.

Veronica, twinless at the moment, rapped lightly on Amy’s door. Amy looked up and smiled. “Come on in.”

Veronica glanced down the hall then back at Amy. “Oh, crap, I’m too late.” She jumped inside the office and slammed the door behind her. “Doesn’t this thing lock?” she said, fiddling with the door.

“No. I put in a maintenance request but no one has showed up yet.”

“Oh, holy hell!” Veronica grabbed a chair and wedged it against the door just under the knob. She tested it. “Hey, that really does work.” She appeared surprised and excited that it did.

“What’s going on? Why did you lock us in here?”

“I’m not locking us in. I’m locking him out.”

“Him? Him?” Amy asked excitedly. “Him as in Chad him?”

“Yes. Chad is here. He’s coming,” Veronica ran to the window. “We need an exit strategy.” She shoved up on the window. It didn’t budge.

“Those windows don’t open,” Amy said. “They’re sealed shut in a feeble attempt to lower the suicide rate among doctors.”

There was a pounding on the door. Amy looked at the door and back to Veronica. “Shit,” she mouthed. “Shit, shit, shit.”

Veronica looked around frantically. The doorknob rattled. “Amy. Are you in there?” Chad’s voice called. “Let me in, I need to talk to you.”

“HR just got through telling him he has to leave you alone. I guess it didn’t make an impression,” Veronica whispered.

“They got the anonymously sent disc?”

Veronica nodded. “He’s been in there talking to them and the hospital administrator, Haroldson. And when the Big H gets involved you know it’s serious.”

“I can hear you,” Chad called out in a singsong voice. Then he pounded on the door with both fists. The chair wobbled from the force of his blows. Veronica steadied the chair, holding it firmly under the doorknob.

Amy wished she’d never seen The Shining. This was way too much like the “Here’s Johnny” moment. She felt like she was going to throw up.

Chad bellowed, “Damnit Amy, I just want to talk. It’s not what you think. It’s not what they think. This is love. True love! No one understands how much I love you and they’re trying to take you away from me.” He pounded the door and it shook on its hinges.

Veronica looked up at the ceiling. “I’ve got it. Get up on the desk.”

“Why?”

Veronica snapped her fingers at Amy. “Just do it. Now!”

“Amy! I fucking love you!” Chad screamed.

Amy quickly climbed up on her desk. She could brush the ceiling with her fingertips, but that was all. Veronica plucked several thick medical volumes from Amy’s bookshelves and stacked them on the desk. “Climb up on these.”

“Am I going up there?” Amy said, pointing to the ceiling.

“That’s right. Push the panel aside. Hoist yourself up. Put the panel back and lay flat on the joist. He’ll never know you’re there.”

“AAAAAAmmmmmmyyyyyy!”

Chad’s out-of-control scream sent Amy upwards. She scrambled up and into the ceiling as Chad’s voice turned soft and pleading. “Let me in. Amy, please, I love you so much. I understand the mercurial nature of your sexuality and we can work through it. I want us to be together and have little Chaddites and Amyites and live in the suburbs and have barbeques.” His fingernails scratched at the door.

Amy slid the panel back into place, disappearing from view.

“Elvis has left the building,” Veronica said loudly.

“Elvis? Who’s Elvis?” Chad hollered. “Is he vying for Amy’s affection?”

Veronica moved the chair. She flattened herself against a wall and said, “Help me, Chad. The door handle is jammed or something.”

“What?”

“This is Amy. Use your brute strength to rescue me,” Veronica said. “Throw your body against the door! I’m locked in here and suffocating! Help me!”

There was a moment of silence. Then the door burst open and Chad flew into the room, headfirst. He tripped over the chair and sprawled facedown across Amy’s desk. Veronica quickly pulled a syringe out of her pocket, took the cap off with her teeth and poked Chad in the butt with the needle.

He went out like a light.

“Okay, Amy, you can come out now,” she said.

Amy slid back the panel and dropped down to the edge of the desk, then hopped to the floor. She was covered in a white residue and felt like the Pillsbury Dough boy. She hoped it was dust and not some chemical agent that would deform her children and give her cancer by the ripe old age of forty-five.

Veronica held the syringe like it was a smoking pistol.

Amy gazed at the snoring Chad. “What did you give him?”

“A shot of Propofol with a little Midazolam thrown in. He won’t remember a thing.”