Aloh'a End by Michael F. Zangari (c) 2007 with all rights reserved. Chapter Twenty Two: Lover's Telepathy
Aloha’s End by Michael F. Zangari
© 2007 With all rights reserved.
Chapter Twenty-two
They come for the money.
TrueWest takes them in from the corner of his amber glass eyes. It’s a new guy. He fidgets with the bill.
The two guys standing behind him are the size of line-backers.
They have rubber shark noses on their noses, little pug snouts with sharp pointy teeth sticking out of them.
They both have towels over their arms to cover the revolvers in their serving hands.
Conversation stops at the table.
TrueWest looks at Duck. Duck slowly lifts and moves his chair out so he has room to maneuver.
TrueWest blanches.
Patita moves a fork into her lap.
TrueWest takes an exaggerated deep breath and shakes off the tension. He takes out his wallet and removes his credit card.
“That ought to do it” he says.
Shark number one, the one with the lobotomy scar across his forehead takes the card. He looks like Frankenstein is supposed to have looked in Mary Shelly, nasty-assed and mean.
He takes TrueWest’s credit card.
He looks at the name, slowly, a smile spreading out on his face under his nose.
“You on the TV” the shark says. “On The News.”
TrueWest is on familiar ground, talking to a fan with a gun.
“Yes…” he begins to say.
The other shark, the one that looks like a transgender female-male aces him with his eyes. The are as marbled like purple agate, with little electric capillaries lightening out from the iris.
He’s unhappy with everything. Impatient and jittery.
“You should be more careful who you associate with” he says. He looks at Duck and Patita like he wants to eat them.
He tears the credit card in half and throws on the table in front of TrueWest like he’s dealing stud poker cards.
TrueWest eyes the two pieces of his credit card on the table.
“Shoot” he says to himself.
Both sharks jump like they have hiccups.
Now they are really pissed off.
“The Duck pays” the big one says. “Cash”
He nudges the waiter with the barrel of the gun.
Duck smiles.
“Relax” he says.
He puts both hands in the air in front of his chest and elevates them from the wrist like he is practicing his tai chi martial arts moves. “I’m just getting out my wallet’ he says.
The purpled eyed shark reaches out and tugs on Patita’s ear.
“”We could take it out in trade” he says, his smile going up on the opposite side as Elvis’.
Duck looks straight into la Patita’s eyes and says “no” in lover’s telepathy.
Patita’s eyes come up on him like twin land rover machine guns.
They are black as ink.
Duck says “uh oh” as they flash red.
Patita turns fast and the fork disappears into the shark’s trousers.
He spins around yowling, knocking the other shark off balance.
The whole restaurant is on its feet.
“I’ll settle with you later” says the first shark eyeing her like the last piece of devils food cake at the orphanage.
The two sharks run like hell out of the restaurant and down the beach, knocking tourists out of the way as they push towards the water.
The wounded one trails after the other one dragging his leg with him as he goes.
He is grabbing his crotch and whimpering.
TrueWest is now on his feet like he is news casting.
He looks after them like they are pink UFOs.
Duck grabs Patita.
She’s panting like a cat in heat.
Patita knocks his arms away and stares after the guys running down the beach.
She gives duck a double dirty look.
“I’m just on vacation” mutters TrueWest to nobody particular. He scans the crowd.
They know.
“Let’s get out of here” says TrueWest.
“Good idea” says Duck. “That’s probably a good idea, when there is blood in the water, the sharks get grouchy.”
Patita grabs her purse and heads for the door.
The boys follow.
© 2007 With all rights reserved.
Chapter Twenty-two
They come for the money.
TrueWest takes them in from the corner of his amber glass eyes. It’s a new guy. He fidgets with the bill.
The two guys standing behind him are the size of line-backers.
They have rubber shark noses on their noses, little pug snouts with sharp pointy teeth sticking out of them.
They both have towels over their arms to cover the revolvers in their serving hands.
Conversation stops at the table.
TrueWest looks at Duck. Duck slowly lifts and moves his chair out so he has room to maneuver.
TrueWest blanches.
Patita moves a fork into her lap.
TrueWest takes an exaggerated deep breath and shakes off the tension. He takes out his wallet and removes his credit card.
“That ought to do it” he says.
Shark number one, the one with the lobotomy scar across his forehead takes the card. He looks like Frankenstein is supposed to have looked in Mary Shelly, nasty-assed and mean.
He takes TrueWest’s credit card.
He looks at the name, slowly, a smile spreading out on his face under his nose.
“You on the TV” the shark says. “On The News.”
TrueWest is on familiar ground, talking to a fan with a gun.
“Yes…” he begins to say.
The other shark, the one that looks like a transgender female-male aces him with his eyes. The are as marbled like purple agate, with little electric capillaries lightening out from the iris.
He’s unhappy with everything. Impatient and jittery.
“You should be more careful who you associate with” he says. He looks at Duck and Patita like he wants to eat them.
He tears the credit card in half and throws on the table in front of TrueWest like he’s dealing stud poker cards.
TrueWest eyes the two pieces of his credit card on the table.
“Shoot” he says to himself.
Both sharks jump like they have hiccups.
Now they are really pissed off.
“The Duck pays” the big one says. “Cash”
He nudges the waiter with the barrel of the gun.
Duck smiles.
“Relax” he says.
He puts both hands in the air in front of his chest and elevates them from the wrist like he is practicing his tai chi martial arts moves. “I’m just getting out my wallet’ he says.
The purpled eyed shark reaches out and tugs on Patita’s ear.
“”We could take it out in trade” he says, his smile going up on the opposite side as Elvis’.
Duck looks straight into la Patita’s eyes and says “no” in lover’s telepathy.
Patita’s eyes come up on him like twin land rover machine guns.
They are black as ink.
Duck says “uh oh” as they flash red.
Patita turns fast and the fork disappears into the shark’s trousers.
He spins around yowling, knocking the other shark off balance.
The whole restaurant is on its feet.
“I’ll settle with you later” says the first shark eyeing her like the last piece of devils food cake at the orphanage.
The two sharks run like hell out of the restaurant and down the beach, knocking tourists out of the way as they push towards the water.
The wounded one trails after the other one dragging his leg with him as he goes.
He is grabbing his crotch and whimpering.
TrueWest is now on his feet like he is news casting.
He looks after them like they are pink UFOs.
Duck grabs Patita.
She’s panting like a cat in heat.
Patita knocks his arms away and stares after the guys running down the beach.
She gives duck a double dirty look.
“I’m just on vacation” mutters TrueWest to nobody particular. He scans the crowd.
They know.
“Let’s get out of here” says TrueWest.
“Good idea” says Duck. “That’s probably a good idea, when there is blood in the water, the sharks get grouchy.”
Patita grabs her purse and heads for the door.
The boys follow.
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