Day CXCIV

Fambly

     As she said that, through the window, Red spotted Harold across the street parking his Cadillac. He looked to say the least, very upset. Red dropped the phone, quickly, grabbed his coat, and as he ran for the back door, he called out to Gus:

     “Please mind da sto fo a while, okay. If anybody asks tell em I’m in Lanta,  Aruba, Kingston any wa, an ya doesn’t na when Oi be coming bak. Okay.”

     “So what happened to Red?” I asked him.

     “I had to close up for him dat day, and he was gone for like a monf, man. Ventually he sold da sto. It wasn’t doing too good anyway. But man, was Harold eva pissed. He came in da, looking ta kill Red. How could he do that to me, he asked me. We bin pals fo like fo eva, man. I told him how da junky suckered him wit his granny story, and he told me it was the same bullshit he gave him. Wat is wrong with dat modafacker, man? Ya don’t do det ta fambly, man. We’s fambly, ya na! I sho hope he don’t be showing up round hea anytime soon, cause I be gonna jail, man. Na my wife thinks I’m some kinna of fool an shit, man.”

     “That is some shit, Gus.”

     “More wine?”

     “Why not, lets kill da bottle, it’s almost empty anyway.”

     “So what happened to them two?”

     “Don’t know, ain’t seen neida one in a long time.”

     I believe Red loved his dough more than his friends. He hurt so bad from the con pulled on him, and by a junky no less, that he just had to get even…get his lettuce back. Things like that will increase your nicotine addiction. If you aren’t doing things like that you can sleep good at night, and if you can do that you definitely don’t need to smoke.