What had been a bar was empty. No rings of fresh condensation. No cigarette ash. No commotion, chaos, conversation. No pop of the till and the familiar rustle of coins, or the paper-bark laughter of an old timer with steel-wool hair. All the scenery of what had once been a hotspot. The floors were new. The tables. The chairs. No mention of the past in this establishment. As much as Charlie had loved it, it was time for a change. No more bloodstains in the boards. Madison didn't like ugly reminders. Madison couldn't stand the sight or smell of blood anymore.
Funny that.
Check waltzed in half-past nine as he promised, grinning his casual grin, peeling off his jacket to hurry his pace to Madison and embrace her. It was a good hug. As they pulled away it was all the impression of a sigh. Relief. Maybe.
"You lookin good, Madi. I can't believe what you did to this joint. Came by to drop off some of those bins you wanted out back yest' afternoon and cripes!"
Madison smiled, Madison laughed, she leaned against the counter and gestured for him to fill the stool beside her. Check did so. "I mean it. You.. the place.. it's lookin' real swell. You did him proud."
"Hope so"
"You couldn't do bad in his eyes. You know it."
Her eyes twinkled with a moist shine. He squeezed her shoulder. She laughed some more, sniffled. "I try." Check looked upon her fondly and tipped his eyes at her, dead-on. So she knew. So she really knew.
She headed around what was left of the counter, stacks of plywood for the office, to fetch him a mug and fill the kettle, to pull out a bottle of gold rush kept in the metal cabinet to give that coffee some bite. "I'll pay you handsomely if you come back on board. The Lofton money is there for that." The weight of her words spun like a decision in the air. Heads or Tails.
Flip.
Spin.
Catch.
What is it?
"Yeah, course I will, but I can't do it everyday. Got a girl now, got a kid on the way."
"I know, I know. But you were such a help with the kids before, with the Riverside job. I can count on you. Most of those I used to be able to are gone."
"Brentan still around?"
"He left months ago."
"Andy?"
Madison scrunched up her face and scratched at her brow, distracted from the piping kettle and the empty mug. "I...I don't rightly know, Check. Last I knew he was skipping town..."
"No, I meant, uh.. You know. You know right?"
"What?", fresh alarm sliced through her stomach, thinned her voice.
"Check?"
He tousled at his fawn-brown hair, rubbed his palms together. "Well, Madi, Andy Jacob is back in town. And so's the Orpheum."
Terrible bells tolled in her ears.
Funny that.
Check waltzed in half-past nine as he promised, grinning his casual grin, peeling off his jacket to hurry his pace to Madison and embrace her. It was a good hug. As they pulled away it was all the impression of a sigh. Relief. Maybe.
"You lookin good, Madi. I can't believe what you did to this joint. Came by to drop off some of those bins you wanted out back yest' afternoon and cripes!"
Madison smiled, Madison laughed, she leaned against the counter and gestured for him to fill the stool beside her. Check did so. "I mean it. You.. the place.. it's lookin' real swell. You did him proud."
"Hope so"
"You couldn't do bad in his eyes. You know it."
Her eyes twinkled with a moist shine. He squeezed her shoulder. She laughed some more, sniffled. "I try." Check looked upon her fondly and tipped his eyes at her, dead-on. So she knew. So she really knew.
She headed around what was left of the counter, stacks of plywood for the office, to fetch him a mug and fill the kettle, to pull out a bottle of gold rush kept in the metal cabinet to give that coffee some bite. "I'll pay you handsomely if you come back on board. The Lofton money is there for that." The weight of her words spun like a decision in the air. Heads or Tails.
Flip.
Spin.
Catch.
What is it?
"Yeah, course I will, but I can't do it everyday. Got a girl now, got a kid on the way."
"I know, I know. But you were such a help with the kids before, with the Riverside job. I can count on you. Most of those I used to be able to are gone."
"Brentan still around?"
"He left months ago."
"Andy?"
Madison scrunched up her face and scratched at her brow, distracted from the piping kettle and the empty mug. "I...I don't rightly know, Check. Last I knew he was skipping town..."
"No, I meant, uh.. You know. You know right?"
"What?", fresh alarm sliced through her stomach, thinned her voice.
"Check?"
He tousled at his fawn-brown hair, rubbed his palms together. "Well, Madi, Andy Jacob is back in town. And so's the Orpheum."
Terrible bells tolled in her ears.