Friday, November 25, 2011

Fifty-Boy 29 All The Same Woman

Fifty-Boy

29

All The Same Woman



"Tell me something, pretty senorita, amigo to amigo, we understand, life's life, people got to make a living, and it's nobody's business. I respect that, but how the hell that orange wire trash can gonna' get from out front of Robert's Bar in Margate , all the way the hell out to Stockton College? Now wouldn't you think someboyd be asking that?"

"At least."

"Thank you."

Something told her not to tell him, let it got for now. If he knew she panicked and took new sequential bills, maybe he wouldn't think she was so cool, maybe he wouldn't help her. But five hundred thousand just sitting in the garage of her father, Francisco Diaz, wasn't doing anybody any good. She needed to talk to Vivian.

"Well, I guess you alright. Okay then. Let's take care of this other business. Talk to me about Le-B-B."

Her eyes went cold and stayed that way the entire time she talked about Le-B-B.

When she finished Blue was quiet. The reggae music slowed to a pulse. Then he said, "Makes me mad. I had an Aunt down south, my Aunt Eee, my mother's sister, up here now keeping house for your sister. Did me a favor, Vivian, Aunt Edzel didn't need to be taking that shit,, no woman should... Had to take her sorry man's ass out."

"Edzel?"

"Edzel is Eee, Eeebie." Blue siled. "All the same woman."

"They named her after a car?" Janice said.

"Had a thing for cars. Was that or Studebaker." He smile again. "Daughter named Edzel too, another pain in the ass cousin of mine. Call her Eeebie Junior."

Janice said, "Okay," and handed him a packet of one hundred hundred-dollar bills.

He took the money and said, "I despise useless men.

She unfolded her legs.

He poured more ice tea and turned up the reggae.

She moved her upper body to the rhythm.

He said, "So you like Detective Jones?"

She said, "Compared to the FBI."

"You trust her?"

"Compared to the FBI... She really your cousin?"

Blue just nodded.


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