My mind focused on
the multiplying beads of sweat running down my forehead, each one trying to
reach to my chin first. Sal was going to come any minute, too soon to conjure
up some excuse as to why I had to leave without making a payment toward what I
already owed him, a measly $500.
This was his fault.
Why the hell would he have me come here! He knew I would not be able to resist a
touch and pull of the arm, or the sounds and flashing of lights. He knew that would
lead me to the tables, where even he had banished me from going near! Not really
banished, but he urged me with that all-knowing and mockery-driven sneer that
made his sagging jowls and baggy eyes jiggle to the point where they looked to
be laughing at me. Nothing about him would be laughing once he heard about the
$50,000 I lost tonight.
This time I did
too much. Sal would kill me. I had to use my silver tongue like I’d never done
before. I’d have to talk with a golden voice. I would convince Sal that this
was his fault, and it won’t seem like I was shirking my responsibility.
As Sal walked up,
I drew my soaking napkin across my forehead one more time, and I did it. My
tongue was smooth, with just the right amount of silkiness and whine. The words
I spoke were like they came directly from God, and I saw Sal’s eyes soften.
Instead of the two pistols pointing at me from his beady eyes like before my
eloquent monologue, his eyes looked milky and glossed over with emotion.
When I finished, I
swore he was silent for nearly an hour. Then he grumbled out, not in anger, not
with mockery, but with an air of mercy, “I see what you’re saying. You’re
right, I shouldn’t have had you come here. To tell you the truth, I don’t know
why I did. Guess I was busy, not thinking.”
He placed his hands
over his paunch, which wasn’t that big, but had a suitable ledge for him to
rest his hands when he didn’t want them hanging to his sides uselessly. “I’m
thinking now,” he said. “This is what I’ll do for you, and you’ve got exactly
one minute to decide. My youngest daughter is looking to marry. She’s got the
perfect guy picked out and can’t wait. But I’m from the old school and will not
marry her off until her older sister is married first.”
I felt my legs
wobble and saw my body begin to sink toward the ground. Sal looked to his stooges,
who lifted me straight. Everyone knew Sal’s oldest daughter. Notorious Natalie
was what most called her. Notorious Natalie was supposed to have been married five
years ago, but when the unlucky bastard talked too long to one of the beautiful
patronages at the roulette table, Natalie beat him to unconsciousness with her
hefty size eleven spiked shoes. Sal waited until he woke up, before tossing his
no longer conscious body into a ditch. That was the first. There had been two
others since then.
“Marry her tomorrow
and all is forgiven. Otherwise you have to pay me by midnight tonight.” Seeing the fear and near delirium in my
eyes, he added, “The wedding will happen, and you will be safe.”
Maybe the wedding
would happen, but I’d never be safe again. I began to list in my head the names
of towns and banks outside of Sal’s domain. I knew I could do a bank job and
pay Sal my $50,500 debt well before midnight .
Or I’d die trying.
Ooh! I want to know more about Notorious Natalie! She sounds like my kind of character. ;)
ReplyDeleteThat's the first reaction I got like that about Natalie! Funny. :)
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