button was pressed, and Lou shut off the music the second he walked into Alfonzo’s living room.
“You’re fucking sick and twisted,” Lou said. “Holy fuck. Get over this.”
“I can’t. I can’t.” Alfonzo downed his drink. “This is the first women I have loved heart and soul and I want her back.”
“Al, I’m not sure it’s gonna work between you two.”
“Why?”
“Why?” Lou chuckled. “You kill people. She doesn’t. That can be a damper.”
“Small problem. She loves the lifestyle so much, she can over look it.”
“You may have a point. Buy Cara Mia her very own Starbucks store and she’ll be yours forever.”
“I believe that,” Al said.
“I’m joking.” Lou sat down on the couch. “Any luck?”
“No. Not at all. They’re still looking for the woman in Honolulu.” Al sighed out. “I know I’ll hear something soon.”
“What are you gonna do once you find her?” Lou asked.
“Hold her. Kiss her …”
Lou cringed. “After that. I mean about what she saw. You gonna bring it up. You have to still deal with the queer.”
“I know. Right now I can’t think about that.”
“You need to think about that. People in the organization need answers. Enquiring minds want to know.”
Suddenly Alfonzo looked up to his father. “Say that again.”
“People in the organization …”
“Further.”
“Enquiring minds want to know?”
“Bingo. That’s it.” Al stood up. “Pop! That’s it!”
“What’s it?”
“The way to find her.
“I’m lost.” Lou tossed up his hands, watching Alfonzo pick up the phone. “What are you doing?”
“Starting the search process.”
“Who are you calling?”
“Who else?” Alfonzo smiled. “The National Enquirer.”
+++
Freddy wanted to feel brave. He wanted to feel macho. Even though he hated that movie he saw in the afternoon, he still loved the machoism portrayed by the lead actor.
What better way to learn to be a bit more macho than to watch a John Wayne or Clint Eastwood movie. He picked up several from the video store, and none grabbed his fancy.
A summer storm kicked up and the branches of the tree outside the window scraped occasionally against the pane of glass. The howling wind and pattering of rain beat loudly against the trailer home.
It dawned on Freddy. A horror movie.
He ran the movies back down to the video store before they closed and asked the clerk what he thought the scariest new movie was around.
He handed him Amityville Horror.
Freddy didn’t recall seeing the original so it was perfect. He could relate. Small town horror drama.
Thirty minutes into the film, Freddy wasn’t just scared he was down right frightened. He cuddled to the corner of the couch, remote in hand, shutting off the movie, turning it back on.
Finally, he subdued enough and drew up the bravery within him to leave it on.
A quiet portion.
Quiet.
Ding-Dong.
The doorbell caused Freddy to scream from his skin. Nervously he paused the movie, and looked at the time. Midnight.
He opened the front door.
Bobby stood on the porch with Grace draped over his shoulder.
Freddy screamed and slammed the door. He raced for the phone.
The door opened, “Freddy, what hell?” Bobby asked. “It’s raining out there.”
“What did you do to my friend, you masculine beast.”
“Huh?” Bobby asked. “Oh she passed out drunk. Where is her bedroom?”
“Down the hall. Don’t think of doing anything funny, like dressing her in weird clothing or something.”
“I won’t.” Bobby chuckled.
“Because I’m gonna do that after you leave.”
Bobby’s body shook as he carried Grace down the hall. “The room with the pink bedspread?” he called out.
“No, that’s mine, the blue spread.”
“Got it.”
A few second later, Bobby returned. “I covered her, but she is still accessible for you to play a practical joke.”
“When did she pass out?”
“As soon as the fresh air hit her, she said her head was spinning, she
“You’re fucking sick and twisted,” Lou said. “Holy fuck. Get over this.”
“I can’t. I can’t.” Alfonzo downed his drink. “This is the first women I have loved heart and soul and I want her back.”
“Al, I’m not sure it’s gonna work between you two.”
“Why?”
“Why?” Lou chuckled. “You kill people. She doesn’t. That can be a damper.”
“Small problem. She loves the lifestyle so much, she can over look it.”
“You may have a point. Buy Cara Mia her very own Starbucks store and she’ll be yours forever.”
“I believe that,” Al said.
“I’m joking.” Lou sat down on the couch. “Any luck?”
“No. Not at all. They’re still looking for the woman in Honolulu.” Al sighed out. “I know I’ll hear something soon.”
“What are you gonna do once you find her?” Lou asked.
“Hold her. Kiss her …”
Lou cringed. “After that. I mean about what she saw. You gonna bring it up. You have to still deal with the queer.”
“I know. Right now I can’t think about that.”
“You need to think about that. People in the organization need answers. Enquiring minds want to know.”
Suddenly Alfonzo looked up to his father. “Say that again.”
“People in the organization …”
“Further.”
“Enquiring minds want to know?”
“Bingo. That’s it.” Al stood up. “Pop! That’s it!”
“What’s it?”
“The way to find her.
“I’m lost.” Lou tossed up his hands, watching Alfonzo pick up the phone. “What are you doing?”
“Starting the search process.”
“Who are you calling?”
“Who else?” Alfonzo smiled. “The National Enquirer.”
+++
Freddy wanted to feel brave. He wanted to feel macho. Even though he hated that movie he saw in the afternoon, he still loved the machoism portrayed by the lead actor.
What better way to learn to be a bit more macho than to watch a John Wayne or Clint Eastwood movie. He picked up several from the video store, and none grabbed his fancy.
A summer storm kicked up and the branches of the tree outside the window scraped occasionally against the pane of glass. The howling wind and pattering of rain beat loudly against the trailer home.
It dawned on Freddy. A horror movie.
He ran the movies back down to the video store before they closed and asked the clerk what he thought the scariest new movie was around.
He handed him Amityville Horror.
Freddy didn’t recall seeing the original so it was perfect. He could relate. Small town horror drama.
Thirty minutes into the film, Freddy wasn’t just scared he was down right frightened. He cuddled to the corner of the couch, remote in hand, shutting off the movie, turning it back on.
Finally, he subdued enough and drew up the bravery within him to leave it on.
A quiet portion.
Quiet.
Ding-Dong.
The doorbell caused Freddy to scream from his skin. Nervously he paused the movie, and looked at the time. Midnight.
He opened the front door.
Bobby stood on the porch with Grace draped over his shoulder.
Freddy screamed and slammed the door. He raced for the phone.
The door opened, “Freddy, what hell?” Bobby asked. “It’s raining out there.”
“What did you do to my friend, you masculine beast.”
“Huh?” Bobby asked. “Oh she passed out drunk. Where is her bedroom?”
“Down the hall. Don’t think of doing anything funny, like dressing her in weird clothing or something.”
“I won’t.” Bobby chuckled.
“Because I’m gonna do that after you leave.”
Bobby’s body shook as he carried Grace down the hall. “The room with the pink bedspread?” he called out.
“No, that’s mine, the blue spread.”
“Got it.”
A few second later, Bobby returned. “I covered her, but she is still accessible for you to play a practical joke.”
“When did she pass out?”
“As soon as the fresh air hit her, she said her head was spinning, she
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