bout’ all our life.”
Relaxing, the white hustler leans back in his seat, the fine chair creaking under his weight. In his eyes he sees a man that he has known most of his life and all of his murderous career, a keeper of his darkest secrets.
“Nigga...when ya’ ate-I ate.”
“When ya’ shit-I shit. We have ate fru’m tha’ same plate, slept in tha’ same bed sense we both can rememb’a.”
“Fuck, I got mo’ black in my soul than you got in ya’ whole fuck’in bourgeoisie red ass, “ Slick laughs.
“When ya’ mama kissed yo’ on ya’ fo’head, she kissed me on mine too fuck’a.”
“Get off ya’ fuck’in high horse.”
Benjamin laughs, sitting back down. “If ya’ was anyone else-ya’ brains would be all ov’a that nice dinner cabinet mutha-fuck’a.”
“And I’d have new earrings fo’ Kelly,” Slick laughs.
Chuckling at his own words, the blue eyed killer watches his half brother sit back down, two peas in a pod, where ever one goes, the other will follow. Most of the time.
Brothers in the truest form.
Some folks even call Benjamin Slick’s shadow, because he is black ofcourse, a saying the handsome creole hates, even killing a man because if it.
Sipping a good fifteen year port, benjamin looks his friend in the eyes, liquid blue orbs of curiosity and grand intelligence, well past Slick’s second grade education. “Ya aint got a plan do ya ?”
Slick nods.
“Tha’ fuck I do nigga. And its a good on too.”
Chapter 3
Redeemer 's Logic
Upstairs, running her bath, Kelly sits down on the edge of the grand tub. As dark thoughts surround her being, the beauty gazes into the bath water.
Surrounding the lovely blonde is large room of glamor and pampering. Marble floors and gold fixtures, exotic soaps from Paris and Italy, potions and lotions of every type. Kelly is in the lap of luxury, she always have been.
Sad, the thoughtful lady-of-the-house looks around, taking in her wealth. Profits passed down through a powerful family with deep connection in antebellum South.
Running her delicate fingers under the warm tap, the young woman tries to get images of the ravaged young woman out of her mind. Tonight, through the gracious effects of an over the counter drug, Kelly will finally sleep easy.
Heroin will be her choice of escape.
“Misses ....you all right?,” Sally whispers, slightly startling her friend.
Smiling, Kelly turns to her trusted best friend, the only person on earth that understands her.
“Yes hun .......”
“Stop with the missus - we are sisters,” the young woman says sadly.
Looking back at the water as Sally pours in a bit more bubble oil, Kelly has so much on her mind.
The saucy maid grins as the rose fragrance of the bath oils makes her sighs gently. Looking her her friend’s long face, the assistant breaks into a grin.
“Then let me wear them diamonds then,” Sally laughs
Not missing a beat, even in her own angst, Kelly scoffs sarcastically. “And where
are you going to wear them love?”
“Aint no colored balls for miles around.”
With love, the sassy flapper looks up into a youthful face, round and beautiful. Sally truly is a looker, able to pull any man she wants, white or black. Kelly respects her friend all the more because the beautiful woman wants nothing but an education. Instead of using her looks to get what she wants, Sally uses her mind and wit.
Kelly adores this about the young woman. Secretly wishing she had done the same.
The flapper looks up from the running tap. “The men still talk’in?”
Sally grins, sitting on the lavatory as her maids uniform crinkling slightly.
“Like Twiddle Dee and Twiddle Dumb. They both try’in to hatch a plan. Might as well be two roosters lay’in eggs if ya’ ask me,” Sally chuckles.
Kelly laughs at the remark, playfully swatting Sally on her knee. Her fingers soothed by the overtly warm water flow, Kelly peers up to her assistant. “What would I do without you .....? “
Sally says nothing. She means not to get too emotional, especially with the pain in her bosses eyes. One of them has to be strong.
Running her hands through the hot water, too hot to step into. The lovely flapper unties her long elegant pink silk robe. She looks up at Sally, scoffing at the maids uniform the studious young woman insists on wearing. “Why you wear that damn thing ?”
“I told you not you,” Kelly smirks.
Resting her lovely face on her palms, elbows on her white stockinged knees. Sally wants to talk about what is bothering her best friend. She will not push the issue. At least not tonight.
“Because I’m ya’ maid,” she says dryly with a grin.
“This is what maids wear.”
Looking into eyes that seem as if they have been somehow been undone. As if the strength has been drained from a woman whom she knows as a tiger, Sally decides to push the issue as she straightens out her maid’s apron.
“What's wrong hun. And don’t damn lie Kelly Anne.”
Sally has good reason to confront her boss. Since being in jail, Kelly has had fitful nightmares. Almost every night the young assistant has to soothe late night screams and and restless tossing and turning.
When Slick is away on his blood business, the young woman has taken to sleeping with Kelly. Often holding the woman till she falls back to sleep. Secretly Sally has shed her own tears. It hurts her heart to see her friend so broken.
Sally looks down at her simple black shoes. “Its that women ....aint it?,”she asks, looking up at Kelly.
As she turns, suddenly, as if a ghost haunting her, Kelly sees the broken black woman in Sally’s caring eyes.
Instantly turning from a visage that brings back heartbreak once again, the blonde flapper ganders back into her dark thoughts.
“Yeah....,” the blonde whispers.
A whisper unto itself, low and slight. As if needing only for her friend to hear, not even God. Especially since he did nothing to help the situation.
Sally smiles softly as she caresses Kelly’s forearm. A gentle touch that is needed.
“Mo’ of ya’ powder tonight?”
“I got the syringe already steam’in,” she says.
Hearing this, eyeing the soap bubbles, each resembling soft clouds. Kelly sighs deeply with tears in her eyes. Looking to her friend, the beauty deeply sighs.
“Yeah .....”