Closure? By Littlewing1957
Lureen hung up the phone and sat down on her expensive couch. She just told Ennis Del Mar about the “accident,” and was exhausted from the effort. Lureen held a newly manicured finger up to her painted eyes, looking for imperfections. She loved her red nails. Examining them was a way to calm herself.
Ennis said they was good friends, and that they was herding sheep up on Brokeback in ’63. Lureen rubbed a well tended cuticle. Jack never mentioned a job up on Brokeback Mountain, wherever the hell that may be. And he certainly never talked about Ennis being such an old friend. She refused to allow her mind to entertain such rude thoughts. Jack was gone now. Best to let him rest in peace.
Lureen looked at the phone as though it was radiating heat. She needed desperately to talk to someone, but couldn’t think of any one who would understand. She didn’t quite understand what had happened to her life. The task of boxing up Jack’s things still loomed. She couldn’t bring herself to begin the job, and wouldn’t let anyone else near his stuff. But Ennis’ call jarred something within her. Tomorrow she would remove all trace of Jack Twist from her life. She hoped Ennis could give her husband the peace he deserved. She hoped he could rest for eternity, up on Brokeback Mountain.