blue bag part eight

Jason jumped into the shower. He tried to think of what he was going to say to Shelly. How was he going to explain this? What about Rossi? Would he believe him? Either way it didnt matter. He had not done what he was supposed to do. Straight to the bank with the deposit. He had said it at least 3 times. No, he had to stop for a beer first to show how responisble he was. When he got out he could smell something cooking. Shelly kissed him. You smell good. She always said the same thing when he got out of the shower. I am just warming up the lasagna. I was too tired to make anything else. Shelly had been working at the elementary school. She was a secretary in the front office. He wished that she didnt have to work while she was pregnant but there was no way. They owed more on their house than it was worth now. They both had to work just to keep afloat. As it was she was only taking six weeks off for the baby and they had already been putting money away just to cover that time. His mom was going to help out with child care until the baby was old enough. Shelly had everything so planned out. Nothing left to chance. She had stocked up on diapers. The nursery already had a crib and chair. Tiny little clothes were folded neatly in a dresser. Yes. Shelly had planned on everything except him being fired. His cell phone rang. It was Rossi. Jason hesitated. Finally he pushed the button. Hey Mr. Rossi, how's the campground? he heard himself asking. Everything is fine here. Could be warmer. How is everything at the shop? Did you get it closed up for the weekend? Yes sir. All doors locked and the alarm on. Please dont ask about the deposit, Jason thought to himself. He didnt. He and Shelly finished off the leftover lasagna and he did the dishes. It was late and Shelly went to bed. He sat in the kitchen wishing he had a beer. No not a beer. Some whiskey. Wait a minute. Rossi had insurance. Surely the business would be covered for this. How though? He could say he was held up. Mugged. Hit in the head. No he had already talked to Rossi that was not going to work. He had no paperwork on the money he had. How could he prove how much was in the bag? He was going to be questioned by the police. Everyone was going to know that he had set the bag down to get a beer. His life was over