“Can we curtail that filthy mouth of yours for Monday?,” she says.
Sally simply snickers with her hand over her mouth as usual.
Benjamin laughs. “Look-ahu’r woman, I’ll bite my got’damn tongue when God bring his ass down h’ur and explain ta’ this hu’r simple white devil eyed bast'ud why I got's ta’ turn myself in.”
“Until then, let tha’ fuck’a play hopscotch with tha’ devil. They cohorts any damn way,” Benjamin laughs.
Scoffing, Sally instantly makes the holy sacrament across her chest. Leaving the room quickly, as if expecting lightening to strike.
Kelly grins from her coffee cup. “Look at what you did you devil?”
“You scared poor Sally.”
Both look over to Slick, peacefully eating his two eggs over-easy, bacon, toast with butter and rhubarb marmalade. Another ritual before taking a job.
Kelly sips as Benjamin stares intently.
Slowly Slick looks up at them both, both cheeks stuffed with food.
“Kelly - yous can go ta’ hell,” the hustler deadpans.
“Take this hur’ mongrel nigga wit’cha. I’m bout’ sick’a look’in at him.”
“And as fo’ ya’ negro. I don told’cha several times ya’ have nuth'in to worry bout’. All is tak’in care of .”
“Naw, both of ya’s can kiss all of my white freckl’d ass. End of Discussion.”
Right as Slick finishes his comment, Kelly walks by her husband, slapping him in the back of the head. Hard.
Quickly, a piece of toast flies out of the killer’s mouth. Landing in front of Benjamin whom laughs loud.
“Dammit woman!!,” Slick roars, rising up quick and fast.
“Ya gon’ cause brain damage!,” he yells.
“You have to have a brain to get brain damage Slick,” she snarks as Benjamin laughing louder.
Quickly, the lady-of-the-house, wearing rollers, a fine pink housecoat and mink house slippers of the same color, glares over to Benjamin.
“Why you are laugh’in Benjamin ?”
Benjamin chuckles gently as he looks away.
“Don’t start wit’ me woman. I aint fuck’in ya’,” he snarks.
“Shut the hell up nasty ass!,” Kelly yells with a grin.
“Your only redeeming quality is that pretty face of yours and what rides between your legs.”
“The woman in town love to kiss and tell about your nasty self .”
“I’m ashamed you got your damn sticky mitts on my beautiful Sally. She deserves better. Indeed,” the young blonde snides.
Instantly Kelly sees a type of hurt in Benjamin sensitive eyes, regretting what has come from her lips. Even Slick looks up at his with overting eyes. Looking to his half brother, then to his breakfast.
The creole says nothing, only smiling gently. He understands.
Kelly looks to her own husband, a contract killer himself, truly the best man she has ever met.
“Sorry baby-boy,” she murmurs, lifting her coffee cup to her lips.
“What ?,” Benjamin snarks.
Kelly smiles. “ Sorry ..... “
The creole chuckles, pulling up his trousers, crossing his legs as he lounges back in his seat.
Still stuffing his mouth as if he has not eaten in twenty years, Slick glares at his half brother, then at Kelly.
“We gon’ talk bout’ what yo’ just said,” he smirks, eating another bite of toast. This piece stays in his mouth.
Looking to the men, chuckling as she decides what to wear to Sunday service, Kelly graces her husband’s stubbly cheek with a morning kiss.
“Now Slick, don’t leave the man in suspense,” she purrs with another kiss.
“You are putting his life on the line. Even though we have taken care of everything. Baby boy deserves peace of mind?”
Slick crunches down on bacon as he scoffs, chugging some orange juice.
“Fuck - he would have ta’ have god-damn mind ta’ have piece of fu’rst...,” he comments.
The statement sounded better in his head. Benjamin and Kelly smirking at the odd remark.
“Why yo’ marry him,” Benjamin asks Kelly with a grin.
“He’s ‘bout as dumb as a drunk damn mule pull’in a blade of straw.”
Sipping her second cup of coffee, Kelly walks around a small kitchen table tastefully laden with morning fair. The beauty has a seat.
The young blonde looks to her husband of almost ten years with a wink as the sexy thug. She sees the reason already why she feel in love with the killer to begin with. Slick’s eyes. Big and expressive, blue clear orbs of truth and compassion.
Slick looks from the love of his life, peering down to his food. Gently the lovable scoundrel glances back up at Kelly with a slight cock of his head with a cocky grin. Something that drives her crazy.
“I have a my reasons,” the blonde purrs.
Gently, Kelly reaches under the table, sliding her hand between her husbands muscular thighs. The beauty finds another reason why Slick is the love of her life.
Sitting back, admiring her man, as well as his half brother. Kelly smiles.
This is her family. As Slick eats and Benjamin continues to slick talk, the young flapper looks around her small kitchen.
She remembers sweet memories of when her own mother lived in the house.
Patti, her old maid when she was young, was always baking something sweet and delicious. Filling the intimate kitchen with love.
Sipping, the young woman glances to her left, behind a munching Benjamin, just handed a plate of scrambled eggs and toast.
There Kelly sees a whole open cabinet of preserves. To her right, behind Slick, eating greedily, is the corner where her mother and Pattie would mark the young woman’s growth as a child.
Kelly grins as she looks below the gentle reminder of her childhood, seeing old dirty small hand prints her mother had not the heart to paint over.
Suddenly, like a small stab in her heart, the young woman looks to one of the hand prints. Bringing the sting of tears, pain long not thought of, Kelly feels a lost childhood notion of innocence.
Next to little Kelly’s hand prints are the prints of a young girl whose name was Alice Dunnham. Alice was little Kelly’s friend most of her childhood, from as far back as the young woman can remember.
That is until the year 1899.
Memories are sketchy, no one talks about the tragedy. As if it had never happened. Especially older people, many of whom are dead.
Alice had disappeared one summer afternoon, never to be seen again. No body was ever found, not even a stray hair. It was as if the little six year old girl had floated back up to heaven with little notice from the Almighty.
Sipping,