The Last Confession: Chapter Ten, “Gotta Get A Gun.”

“First . . . I’ve got to get a gun that can’t be traced back to me,” Marcos Duendes thought to himself as he ruminated on how he was going to find and confront Dr. Uglisky for raping his young wife, Priscilla, when she was pregnant with their baby girl, Dolores, while he was away on duty in the United States Army that he had joined only to try and make a better life for himself and his new little family.

“He’s gonna confess to ME,” Duendes thought, the same thought that he had been picturing in his mind over and over again ever since he had found on Dolores’ hospital records that she had been delivered by a man, Dr. Uglisky, and not by the female midwives in Mexico who Priscilla had promised him she would use so that no other man would ever see, let alone touch, her private parts that only he as her husband should ever see or touch. But Priscilla had lied to him. She confessed that to him in tears when he showed her the birth records that he had found in her dresser drawer hidden underneath her panties in their bedroom in her parents’ house where they lived while he was stationed out of state on duty. Priscilla told him that she was afraid to have the midwives in Mexico give her prenatal checkups and to deliver Dolores.

“What if something was wrong during my pregnancy or went wrong during Dolores’ delivery?” Priscilla had implored her strange husband with his queer thoughts to understand why she had lied to him and used an American obstetrician instead of the Mexican midwives. “And Dr. Uglisky was sooooo professional during the prenatal exams, Marcos, and so good during the delivery,” Priscilla said. “He was so good down there that I didn’t even tear during the delivery. Nothing is wrong with me. Nothing happened, Marcos!” she had begged him to believe her.

But Marcos didn’t believe his pleading bride. She had lied to him once. How could he know that she wasn’t lying again to him now?

“NO!” Duendes concluded, ”The only reason that she’s saying what she’s saying about Dr Uglisky now is so that I won’t go and kill him . . . and her.”

Marcos wasn’t sure yet whether he would kill Dr. Uglisky or just get him to confess his filthy sins to satisfy what his family honor now demanded. But he did know one thing . . .

“I’ve gotta get a gun,” Marcos thought to himself.

[Disclaimer: This is fiction, not fact.]

6 responses to “The Last Confession: Chapter Ten, “Gotta Get A Gun.””

  1. Joe’s Email Avatar
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    I’ve been to Aqua Fria and anyone can buy a gun anywhere in Arizona so no problems

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    1. Thanks for listening to the Cash clips. They’re the best part of this digital book. But Marcos doesn’t just need a gun. He needs a gun that can’t be traced back to him. Can you dig it, Bro? And YOU know what fo’!

  2. If you live in aqua Fria it’s really “no problemo”

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    1. TRU dat! 😎

  3. Better , easy to follow ❤️❤️

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    1. The story should flow more chronologically from here to the end, Suzi Quatro, with maybe a stray memory or two inserted along the way.

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