Monday, November 7, 2011

Fifty-Boy 19 The Day to Day Hell Of Other People

Fifty-Boy
19
The Day To Day Hell Of Other People


Vivian went home and slipped into bed.
The rain started against the window.
She closed her eyes and prayed for sleep, it didn't seem likely.

Today was the day. It had come too quickly. A thousand times she'd gone over it in her mind. Still she wasn't sure it was the best thing. She lay very still and thought, I should never have let Bonnie talk me into her bed. It would've been so much simpler without her, but I needed the cover. I'll be happy when I'm back downbeach in my own bed.

The ocean sounded loud and close, but it soothed her. She could hear the slow, rhythmic breathing from the other side of the bed. Bonnie's leg touched hers. It was smooth. It felt warm. Vivian drifed in a swirl.

Suddenly a male voice announced her name. "Vivian Vivant's special report, the homeless in our midst, don't miss her, today, on this morning's edition of AM Atlantic City, the Jersey Shore's favorite news and weather girl."

She reached for the alarm and turned it off. Another fucking rainy day. She closed her eyes and listened to the 6am Transit bus as it washed through the early morning darkness over the bridge out of AC.
She lay there and wondered if the ruse had worked. She wanted to be securely disconnected from the sequence of events she hoped would set her free from the day to day hell of other people.

The homeless guy under the Boardwalk? No problem. He'd meet her at noon and give her the nine hundred thousand, not even look in the bags, just like they arranged. He'd do anything for her, and she'd leave him just enought to incriminate him.


He'd Do Anything For Her
But what about the rest of it?

Cheating Paul Meanos, the guy Blue had set her up with to launder the money, that could be dangerous, but then again, he'd be a fool to touch a newsperson. Besides, she'd set him on Jake, and by the time they found him, she'd have Jacob Finley floating face down in the bay.

And lets not forget, there's always her ACPD insurance policy.
You couldn't have a more credible witness or beter protection than ex-marine detective Lieutenant Wilmont Mathers, could you?


And as for ditching Bonnie,
the dumb dyke, she couldn't wait to do that.

But what about scamming her own sister,Janice,
stealing the five hundred thousand Janice stole from the bank she managed out on the Parkway?
She felt bad about that too,
but the dumb ass had taken new bills,
 sequentially numbered.


Vivian figured with a stunt like that Janice didn't really deserve the money anyway, but she was her sister, and that's where homeless, brokenhearted Jake came in again, the guy nobody cared about, the perfect guy to take the blame, all the way around.


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