Deacon's flight arrives two days early, he worked through the weekend closing all the deals on his agenda so he could spend some time with his wife and young son. The airport's a mess with holiday travelers, the lost luggage, the delays, the impatience of the holiday season, Deacon's too selfless to put anyone through that, so he decides to take a cab. The cab pulls up to his house around 8:53pm, he pays the driver, adds a large tip and wishes him "Happy Holidays". There's a red Honda Accord parked outside his house, not unusual the neighbors may have company, their old but still have many friends and children. Deacon reaches for his key to unlock the door as he places his hand on the knob he realizes it's unlocked. He enters the house, his young son is alone in a dark living room watching cartoons, the TV is very loud. "Daddy!" The child shouts and runs to Deacon, they embrace like only a father and son can and as he looks down at his boy a tear nearly escapes Deacon's eye as he gets lost in the love of his son. Where's your mother?" the boy sheepishly points to the bedroom. "She's asleep?" the boy shakes his head "no", "is she sick?" again the boy gestures "no". Deacon begins to see as if for the first time, strange car key's on the table, an empty rocks glass, the heavy smell of steak and bourbon. "She's playing daddy, she's playing with her friend Michael; but it's a secret... don't tell"
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