Love Lucky by Van Quattro

Author:Van Quattro [Quattro, Van]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Van Quattro
Published: 2016-08-31T04:00:00+00:00

It’s starting to get dark earlier in the afternoon because of fall. I always hate this time of year because I think the damn day should be light. I get weirded out at five when it’s dark. I mean on the drinking level it works out because as soon as it’s dark you can start drinking and not have to worry about what people think, but on every other level it feels like twilight zone time. Ha, twilight zone time, I didn’t plan saying that. Ha.

The days pass and I’m mostly happy. Jill tells me she has a big benefit to go to and wonders if I would be all right hanging at her place till she gets back and I say sure, yeah, why not? It’s a Friday and I figure I’ll drink and listen to some music on her stereo downstairs. She says she won’t be late, maybe around ten or so. It has something to do with the Royal Court Theater so it’s close. She says she’s quite anxious about John Osborne possibly being there.

“Was he that bad?”

“He wrote, Look back in Anger, what do you think?”

“Did you have any good times?”

“Once when he was passed out, I cut his hair off. That was fun.”

“Wow. Do you still have it?” She gives me a look like, ‘You really just said that?’ I shrug it over as if I don’t really mean it but the truth is I think I say some dumb things I mean once in a while.

“I don’t want to go to this damn thing, especially since he said all those awful things about me in his book. My God, I am paralyzed. There is nothing he would like more than to see me unravel up there.”

“You won’t unravel, I’ll be there with you in spirit, right at your ankles looking up your pretty legs, and if he tries anything I’ll kick his arse.”

“Oooh how nice, at my ankles eh, what would you do? Oh never mind. Okay I must go, my darling. I’ll bet you would kick his bloody arse too. Oh you are such a hero aren’t you? Now, I won’t be long. When I get back I have a treat for us, I think anyway. Quickly follow me darling.” We go up to her bedroom and she searches a nightstand deeply then pulls out the old familiar tiny, baby envelope.

“Oh dear, I have had this forever. I don’t know if it’s still good.” I try to maintain myself but cocaine is a mutts’ drug and I am a mutt’s runt.

“What is it?”

“It’s cocaine, some young courter brought it to me years ago. We can indulge when I return.”

“Let me check and see if it’s any good so we don’t get our expectations up. Just a little toot.”

“Well okay. Good luck. Wait!” She giggles like a schoolgirl with no underwear. “I hope it’s not poisonous by now.”

“I am sure it isn’t.” I open the teeny folds and it’s packed all tight as if fifty years ago it was preserved for a time capsule.

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