When he was done with her he could not tell if she was relieved that it was over or satisfied. He just couldn’t read some women. She seemed happy with him though, as she rocked back and forth on her back with her knees held high between her clasped hands. They soon got a nice hot shower and headed downstairs to see how the brutal game of 5,000 Rummy was going.
White Ash looked very pretty and demure in Miss Ann’s spare white robe and pink bunny slippers. Jay was squeezed into a pair of Little Joey’s boxers and one of his wife beaters. When they came into the kitchen Miss Ann reached out to both of them for a hug as she laid out four queens and a pair of aces. “There’s my Sweet Girl and my Baby Boy. How long are you staying Baby Boy?”
Jay set a $10,000 bundle of twenties on the table. “I was wantin’ ta leave dis fer White Ash’s rent Miss Ann, en I can stay fer a few days. Den I got ta deliver somethin’.”
Miss Ann all of a sudden sounded like Shirley Temple as Ma Barker. “That’s my Baby Boy, bringing home the dough just like Big Joey—so you runnin’ smack or weed Baby Boy?”
“Oh, none a dat Miss Ann; I deliverin’ a friend’s pay to ‘is Ma and deliverin’ a bidness prozal fer ma boss to a competin’ outfit—like a ulta—may—tum.”
Miss Ann then winked at him. “We appreciate the cash—Sweet Girl and me—and I wish your club good luck in running those Pagan’s out of Maryland—just a bunch of hogs on hogs I always said. Just make sure Sweet Girl is good and knocked up before you head on your way Baby Boy. Miss Ann’s been waiting for grandchildren for twenty-five years.”
“Yez mam Miss Ann.”
He then slipped Jack the money he owed him and retired to the couch with White Ash who grabbed the clicker like a lifelong coach potato and flicked on West World, “DeathSong, have you ever thought that this story-warrior Yul Brynner was your father?”
“Well actually I neva seen any a his flicks. I never been much fer sittin’. It iz kine ‘a creepy dough. He loog much more like me den my Dad er Pap. You know dey say ebry body gotz a double?”
White Ash then looked deeply into his eyes. “No I did not know that they said any such thing.”
She then kissed him deeply and held his head between her hands. “Warrior, I want you to pull my hair and use me roughly when we return to bed. I want the terrible things they did to become the good things that you do. Cover those evil wisps with your deep shadow. I shall strike and bite you in the way that I feared doing to them. Ravage me savagely DeathSong like I were the wife of your most hated enemy!”
She was then digging her fingernails into the deepest chest scars and smelling his neck.
Are they all insane? What is wrong with this chick?
Run—no you can’t leave her. Give her what she wants.
I like to keep sex and violence separate you know. This is weird!
She’s just trying to forget something bad.
Damn she smells good.
Just then the doorbell rang and the dogs went nuts. Jack answered the door while Miss Ann calmed the crazy critters. When the door opened his heart went up into his throat. Officer Purvis was stepping through the door asking to speak to him.
He must have run your name and found something. Maybe you got identified by the MTA cameras when you grabbed LaLa back in Baltimore?
Damn she had a ra—
Heads up dummy Officer Friendly is coming this way. No violence here. Just go along and wait for Three-Rivers to break you out. No walls can hold you when you get The Call.
