Within ten minutes, the place emptied out with only about a handful of "regulars" still at the bar.Within ten minutes, the place emptied out with only about a handful of "regulars" still at the bar. Linda was sitting next to one of them when John leaned over on both of elbows, hands bracing his tanned face, and said "You got a way home, Linda?" "Nope," came the answer. "Hhhmmmmmmm," came the pondering reply. "Want'a work the night shift? I'm short two girls tonight". Hell, "why not," Linda thought. "Johnny's home taking care of Tammara by now and I need the bucks --- besides, it's Friday Night and the tips will be great --- as usual. SURE! --- why not? --- I don't have anything better to do," Linda told him. "You given my 'request' any more thought?" "Yah --- let's go get a pizza and talk about it, OK?" he said. As he lifted his elbows up off the bar and walked away, she watched his retreating back and thought to herself about the tales she'd heard about this big, tanned, black haired, mus- tached, "Italiano" lower middle aged operator. He was alleged to be one of the few sworn, blood "brothers" of the local "Mafioso" --- a fact she could neither confirm nor deny from her personal knowledge of him, which was negligible. |