“Tommy” Part 19

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“Tommy” Part 19″Tommy”By GentilePart 19[A Long Night]———Sitting up in bed waiting for Girl to come say her good nights, I was in a bit of panic truth be told. He was down there. I was no longer down there. “How did you let this happen?” I queried myself once again on the same subject.”He put a gun to his head.” A terse whispered answer after I’d checked the open door doorway. “Cully, I’m going to change into my jammies then I’ll be back down.” I figured that after they’d went forward & I’d went aft after we’d finished our tea & crumpets amid the great celebration of our drive along on the morrow. She’d backtracked, ducked in & out with the promise delivered.”Just be grateful they’re not going to…or, will they?” This time to-my-self. If she came around the corner and caught me denouncing them it would not be a good look.I promised myself that once the house came still I would skulk down there and ferret out any untoward behavior.”And if you find it?” To-my-self.”I’ll skulk right back here and beat off.” To-my-self.But, the one fact remained stellar: Had he not put that gun to his head he wouldn’t be down there. “Had you not tripped the second pair of six carburetors he wouldn’t be down there .” “I got one even better for ya:” “If you hadn’t went 115 he’d be most likely dead right now and not down there under a suicide watch by his benefactor/Girl and her husband. No. Indeed you’d a read about him in the : ‘Papillion Sergeant Commits Suicide.’”Had that out of body feeling again and closed my eyes.——— “Cully, Cully-boy, are you awake, sweetheart?” I’d drifted off.”Oh, hi, honey.””Cully, are you alright?”I wanted to let it all hang out, but, I didn’t have the heart to bring it all up again. So, I brought something else, a bit more benign, up.”Oh, fine, Girl. Just a little bushed. But, how did that Captain, Tommy’s Captain know you by name on the phone there earlier?””Oh, that, remember I thought I told you about that. The morning after you know that night Tommy and I went over to the precinct and talked to his Captain, Captain Howser.””You talked to him with Tommy?””No, no, Cully, I just met him, then they went into his office and had their meeting. See, I advised Tommy to go in there and clear the air with his Captain. Start off on a fresh note after what had transpired. Clean up all loose ends. He was under the impression that he’d fallen down on the job over the divorce and the other officer having that affair with his bodrum escort wife. Tommy introduced me, and I told the Captain about you being out at SAC and working in a classified setting. You know I wanted to butter him up for Tommy.”I interrupted her.”You didn’t, you know like flirt with this man did you, Girl?””Oh, God, no. I know what you’re talking about and I didn’t do that, expressly did not.” She jockeyed back to the doorway to check it. Lowered her voice: “He’s taking a shower, Cully, then he’ll pop into bed and wait for me.””A shower?” Aloud. Christ, here we go, I thought.”Yes, honey, he has to groom himself. Cully, he’s part of our family now. He has to have shower privileges, you goof ball, you. We’re going to talk some after I hop in and then it’s lights out. No funny business.””I’m going to lose my fuckin’ mind.” To-my-self.”Is that okay, boy?” Brow adorably furrowed.”Yes, though it’ll be a minor miracle if he doesn’t have you bent over within 10 minutes of you hopping into that bed with him.” Aloud.”Christ, that’s what I’d do if I were him.” To-my-self. Then I thought to myself I should just close my bedroom door now, lock it, drop her jammies and bend her over my bed.”But, I didn’t.”Cully, now don’t say that, even in jest. I swore to God we’d not do anything sexual tonight until we have our meeting tomorrow and I meant it. So does Tommy. We are adults you know, we do have restraint.” “Bend over, I’ll show you fuckin’ restraint.” Aloud.That was it. The straw that broke the proverbial camel’s back. “And another thing. Hold on.” She broke Rule #1 and closed a door, my bedroom door.”Cully, I’m going to say this in a most calm and studied way: You’re not to utter that bend over epitaph as long as Tommy is living here. I put up with it because it is funny at times and I do appreciate your humor, ribald as it can become, but, if I hear Tommy repeat that saying it will break my heart and I will never forgive you. He is not going to become your bosom buddy in this house. No. You’re not going to sit around here and play flinch and watch non-stop television with him. [bend over this. bend over that] No. Tommy is under a lot of stress and so very vulnerable. You need to grasp that reality, Dale, because that is what it is, a stark reality. We’re responsible. You and I. We took that responsibly Sunday night and we have to see it thru. And, yes, he and I are in a relationship, an intimate one that you are going to escort bodrum be a part of-you are part of. I want you to be part of it. So does Tommy, but, he is not here for you to pal around with.”She clasped my hands in hers. “Promise me, right now, Cully-boy. I am calling your name.””Bend over, I’ll bosom your fuckin’ buddy.” To-my-self.I was on-the-spot. Before it got out-of-hand I went: “I promise, Girl. I won’t utter it ever again. I’m sorry, honey. Never again.””Thank you. I appreciate it. Damn, you’re a trial, Cully. I don’t have enough on my plate and you start up.” Turned loose of my hands.”I know, I should be ashamed and I am. I’ll straighten up and fly right. No more of that nonsense. I promise, youngster.” She was lit. “The old pipe of peace, smoke it with your Cully-boy? Please, Girl. I’m so sorry.”She almost smiled & just like that the proverbial hatchet was buried. That was a close one.——— She finished up by telling me she’d shook the Captain’s hand using an old trick a fortune teller had sold her when my parents took us to the Ohio State Fair in celebration after she’d accepted my ID bracelet-which meant we were going steady. My dad was taking us down the midway when we came across a Fortune Teller. $5 a pop! That was a lot of money for that era. “Take me, Cully, take me! Please!” “Here k**s.” The old man handed me a twenty. “Oh, thank you, Mr. Castleberry. C’mon, Cully, take me! Now!””You’re welcome, sweetheart.””I’ll be over there, k**s.” He pointed to a lemonade stand. He’d go from one lemonade stand to the next that day working his way thru the fair. It was interminably humid. Mother had stayed behind in the pavilion to escape the heat, but, mostly to guard the picnic she’d prepared. “You take the chil*ren, Cub.””Yes, mom.”It was a large, gray, soiled tent. “Cully, hold my hand.” 1/2 the old man’s twenty just to get into the damn concession. Gone. Poof! I had $10 left and that ironically was the cost of the trick. Funny how that worked out.”You two so young. She your girlfriend?” It was so dark in there. And smelled like a wet blanket. “Speak up, boy!””Yes, she is.””You, girl, you like boy?”Girl was ready, even at 16. “No. I love him.””Too young.” A wave of the hand. “I look anyway.” In a flash she whipped aside a deep burgundy colored babushka to reveal a large crystal ball.”Sit, sit, hurry. Too young.”Metal folding chairs.”Long time I see. You long time. Your love, it long time. I see.””Cully!!!” bodrum escort bayan She squeezed my hand.”She stubborn.” It was not a question. “He stubborn.” Again not a question.”Too young.” One more time with the “too young” & I’d get the old man.”Light gone.” The babushka magically reappeared and the crystal ball was out
of sight.”Time up. Hold hand all day, boy. You understand, girl?””Yes.” We squeezed tighter.”Thank you, Madame Rue.” Almost in unison.Turned to leave.”You wait.”Turned.”You have more?”Girl went quick: “Yes, Madame Rue. Cully has ten dollars more.”Gone, the whole damn 20. The old man? “Here, here’s 20 more. There’s always more double-time.” “Thank you, Mr. Castleberry.””You’re welcome, sweetheart.””C’mon, Cully, buy me a sno-cone, a blue one! Hurry.”The trick was simple, $10 simple: She taught Girl how to shake hands with someone and disturb their skin thru that age old cultural practice. You don’t scratch them, nor, draw blood. Just glance the skin with the edge of a finger nail. “You do right you make wish, you make hex it all come true. No do right, it not come true. It wrong. You practice. You see. Now go. Hold hand all day. Go!”Girl practiced all the way back up 1-71. Practiced with me, then I fell asleep and she practiced with mother. Mastered it by the next day. You could barely feel it, but, the difference twixt the 2 shakes was there. “You didn’t tell Tommy what you’d done?””Noooooo. I’m not stupid. I just shook Captain Howser’s hand, hit it right and hexed him to treat Tommy fair and square. And now you see what’s happened: He kept his job, the Captain called on him when he needed somebody sharp and we got the drive along.”It was total nonsense, but, I didn’t argue. After all she’d gotten her job doing that trick, supposedly. “Cully, there were 16 other girls interviewing for my position.””How many others smooched the boss?” To-my-self.There were other examples, so Girl claimed.”I’ll never use it for bad tidings, Mrs. Castleberry.” She’d promised during that drive back.”Yes, sweetheart.”———She left me on my first night out of the marital bed with a kiss and a fresh reminder: “Remember your promise, boy.” No more bend overs.Then turned as she neared the closed door.”Hey, these are the jammies that Tommy bought me that first night at Woolco. I have a green and white pair too. I’ll never wear anything else to bed, Cully. I promised him.””What color panties do you have on under there, Girl?””White cotton and they’re staying up! Now, good night, sleep tight and don’t let them bed bugs bite.”———I fell asleep reading my Mad Magazine. I was woken a few hours later by a man bellowing like a wounded grizzly bear.———(to be continued)

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