Sorelli called Lena Masiello late Saturday morning. Her mother answered.
“Oh, Edmund, she’ll be so glad you called. She was up most of the night thinking you would call last night.”
“I don’t know what gave her that idea Mrs. Masiello. She must still have some memory problems from her injury.”
“Dear me, and I thought she was doing so good.” She paused after yelling out Sorelli’s name. “Here she comes.”
“Edmund? What happened? You said you’d call last night after you talked to your mom? Is everything all right?”
“Yeah, she said it was good we should talk and see each other. Maybe we should even be seen together.”
“Yes. We should…but.”
“I still walk with a limp. My hip hurts because of the surgery. I got out of the car when it was moving.”
“Lena, how’d you meet this guy? How well did you know him?”
“He was a cousin of a girl in my Home Economics class. I got ‘fixed up’, you know?”
“Lena, you don’t have to get ‘fixed up’. I mean you’re cute and what about your friends here in East Boston?”
“It was a kind of favor. This girl told me the guy was visiting from New York City and didn’t know anyone. He’s a senior from some high school in Manhattan. He had a car and seemed nice over the phone. I saw his year book picture and he looked really good.”
“Did you show the police the picture?”
“My girlfriend from Home Ec’ lost it and they couldn’t find him afterwards.” Masiello paused and swallowed. “I could’ve gotten killed, Edmund. The guy was so sweet at first.”
“So what happened?”
“Oh, Edmund. Do I have to? I mean I had to tell the police and mom and dad.”
“No Lena you don’t have to. We can stop talkin’ now. My mom said it would be good for both of us to talk. But we don’t have to and I don’t have to see you any more either.” How’s that you little bitch?
“Edmund. No. Don’t hang up. You’re right. Your mom’s right. I’ll tell you.” Her pleading voice got softer. “He wanted to go to a drive-in movie. They just opened for the spring and it was still cold at night. I told him we should go to an indoor movie and he drove to the drive-in anyway.” She stopped speaking.
“Lena? Are you still there?”
“Edmund, he was all over me. We talked about school and stuff on the way there but as soon as we parked at the drive-in he grabbed me and started kissin’ me and …”
“He started feelin’ me up. He grabbed my breasts and put his hand between my legs. I mean I didn’t know him. I screamed for him to stop and tried to get out of the car. He threw the drive-in speaker off the window and we left the place. He pulled over to the side of the road and unzipped is pants. He took out his ‘thing’ and told me to give him a blow job.” She paused and took an audible deep breath. “Edmund, I had never done it before. I don’t even know how to give blow jobs and I don’t ever want to. Remember Josie Arrigo, my friend who drives us around, she’d never done it either and told me she heard it was messy and disgusting–from what she heard. I told him no and he should take me right home.” Masiello stopped talking again.
“So what happened Lena?”
“He left his thing showin’ and started to drive me home but he pulled into a supermarket parkin’ lot. The place was closed and he parked where the car couldn’t be seen and there was no one around. I tried to get out but he wacked me on the mouth and told me to take my clothes off. I tried beating him off me and pushing him away. He got my jeans off and stuck his fingers inside me. I couldn’t get away. Another car parked near us and he stopped. We drove outta there. I didn’t have any pants on but I didn’t care. I opened the car door when we were on the road and jumped out. I almost got hit by another car and I rolled around and hit a curb a couple a times and I blacked out. When I woke up I was in the hospital and it was over a week later.” She was sobbing openly.
“Lena, I have to ask you something. You remember the last times we went out?”
She sniffled, “Yes, Edmund. It was wonderful.”
“Never mind that. Remember what you did when we kissed?”
“What do ya mean, Edmund?”
“I mean when we kissed you put your hand on my privates. Did you do this with the New York guy? I mean you always did it with me. Don’t you think you might have asked for what you got? With a stranger for God’s sake.”
“No, Edmund. I didn’t touch him. I told you he attacked me as soon as we got to the drive-in.”
He heard her breathing fast and heavy. “Lena, I can come over tomorrow afternoon. You said your mom could pick me up?”
“You’ll come over. Oh Edmund. Yes. Wait, here she comes.” After a few seconds she was back on the phone. “Yes. What time? Two o’clock. Oh yes, wonderful.”
Sorelli hung up and took a deep breath. It feels good to humiliate her. She needs more punishment–just like mom needs more punishment.
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