Love
Money, Sex And Soul
For Deborah, there was no better gauge of her boyfriend’s state of mind than the fashion in which he made love to her. Mercurial to say the least, Jack was a man who kept his feelings to himself. Deborah had long ago given up on her attempts to get him to verbalize his inner turmoil. At times she questioned her own sanity in maintaining this relationship. Surely, she was desirable enough to attract a more open, in touch with his feelings type of guy.
She did not need a therapist to point out the fact that she had picked a man who was oh so familiar. She had known him all her life. She had grown up in the same house as him, was nurtured by him from the moment of her conception. Jack was her father reincarnate.
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Brotherly Love
“They were supposed to be here a while ago”.
“Hey, I’m just the messenger, Jimmy”.
Jimmy lights up a cigarette, opens the driver’s side window a bit. Dylan’s “Knocking On Heavens Door” plays quietly on the car radio.
“It’s freezing out there”.
Jimmy reaches out to turn up the heat.
“Listen, Donny, I’ve got everything riding on this. It’s my last chance. Don’t give me this “messenger” crap. You know better than anyone that you’ve gotta be firm with these guys”.
Jimmy leans forward, searches for something beneath his seat. He locates his .44 Magnum, puts it in his right jacket pocket.