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Bingo Boy - post 47
The next day they went over to Ricky's house. Brought a whole mess a big plastic bags. The kind you use for leaves and grass and all. Gonna bag up all the shit and toss it, use some a the 'Marty' money they already had to fix it up and sell it. Could be they'd get maybe one fifteen, one twenty. Little Chrissie wanted a go to Jersey. She likes the shore. Says it's a good place for kids to grow up. Figures her grand-mom's house might add another sixty nine, if they dressed it up a little. Best case, they'd have like a little over two hundred thousand. Ricky said - Can't buy no shore house for two hundred. And what are we gonna do for money once we get there. What, am I gonna push a rolling chair? You gonna be a cocktail waitress?..... But they clean out the house anyway, 'cause sometimes there ain't no sense to what you want, but you want it just the same...
Too-Many-Cookies did go to the bingo. She told Marty what she saw. He sort a believed her. Figured Marge had some guy in there. Not that he can really say. But he's seen her around. He got an idea what she was. Look, not like he got high expectations for people 'round here. But he calls Muscles over. Whispers to him. Says - What do you think the odds are that Jimmy-bastid's still alive? ...... Muscles blinks. He don't know what to say. What, he's gonna analyse something?... But Marty keeps pressin'. Big Chrissie runs over. She goes - What are you talkin' about Jimmy? What, he come back already?...... She really showin' now. Sweatin' too. Even though it winter, she damp-like. And the place all fill a smoke. And her baby breathin' it in through her belly button. I think that where the baby-air come from. But I ain't no scientist. So don't hold me to it....... John, the other bingo-boy have lunch wit' Big Chrissie. It really supper. But they call it lunch, 'cause it come like in the middle a their shift. She eatin' chicken nuggets an' a salad. Dressing all trans-fatted-up, but she don't know that. It not beef. It not potatoes. She eatin' healthy. John grab shit off the dollar menu, 'cause he never got no money. She say - I think Jimmy back..... He go - Yeah? That ought a make you happy. Then you get the money right from him, wit'out that Marty stickin' his shit in. Why he gotta know anyway? He ain't part a this?...... She give him a look. She go - What you mean?.... He say - Come on. We know who the daddy is. We know who poke you up and all...... She keep lookin'. And he whisper - Jimmy. .... Then he go - Girl, what'chu got, a grand-pop fixation, or somethin'?....... But she just tell him to drop dead. Then they have the ice cream....
Now, nobody know where Jimmy is. But that don't mean he ain't someplace. Right now he in Jersey. Everybody like Jersey. You know it the richest state in the whole country? Got horse farms. Got shore towns (nice ones too). Got real fancy shoppin' joints. Why you think they got all them Cheesecake Factories? An' I talkin' 'bout them restaurants. Even got Jersey Devil too. Not that team. No, not them. I talkin' 'bout them creatures. What, you never seed 'em drivin' back from the shore? You never seed 'em runnin' back and forth, all naked, through the woods? Come on! What'chu doin' in that car? You must be blind. I knowed one by name, kid Jersey Devil. Called him Horsey Skeezix. Used a throw him salt water taffy. He like that......
But lemme get back to Jimmy. Yeah, he feel real bad doin' Marge and Little Chrissie and the baby and Ricky like he do. But two a them was gonna kill 'im. So he figure it right and proper if they shit theyselves a little. Not the baby. He shit hisself a lot anyway. Still, it not like Jimmy wastin' time. He in Margate (Google it). He lookin' at houses. Just a little bit a them got smashed up in the big storm. The rest a them's OK. An' he got money. An' he shoppin'.
Know how much he find in that second safe deposit box?.... I ain't tellin'. Not now, anyway.
But it a lot......
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The next day they went over to Ricky's house. Brought a whole mess a big plastic bags. The kind you use for leaves and grass and all. Gonna bag up all the shit and toss it, use some a the 'Marty' money they already had to fix it up and sell it. Could be they'd get maybe one fifteen, one twenty. Little Chrissie wanted a go to Jersey. She likes the shore. Says it's a good place for kids to grow up. Figures her grand-mom's house might add another sixty nine, if they dressed it up a little. Best case, they'd have like a little over two hundred thousand. Ricky said - Can't buy no shore house for two hundred. And what are we gonna do for money once we get there. What, am I gonna push a rolling chair? You gonna be a cocktail waitress?..... But they clean out the house anyway, 'cause sometimes there ain't no sense to what you want, but you want it just the same...
Too-Many-Cookies did go to the bingo. She told Marty what she saw. He sort a believed her. Figured Marge had some guy in there. Not that he can really say. But he's seen her around. He got an idea what she was. Look, not like he got high expectations for people 'round here. But he calls Muscles over. Whispers to him. Says - What do you think the odds are that Jimmy-bastid's still alive? ...... Muscles blinks. He don't know what to say. What, he's gonna analyse something?... But Marty keeps pressin'. Big Chrissie runs over. She goes - What are you talkin' about Jimmy? What, he come back already?...... She really showin' now. Sweatin' too. Even though it winter, she damp-like. And the place all fill a smoke. And her baby breathin' it in through her belly button. I think that where the baby-air come from. But I ain't no scientist. So don't hold me to it....... John, the other bingo-boy have lunch wit' Big Chrissie. It really supper. But they call it lunch, 'cause it come like in the middle a their shift. She eatin' chicken nuggets an' a salad. Dressing all trans-fatted-up, but she don't know that. It not beef. It not potatoes. She eatin' healthy. John grab shit off the dollar menu, 'cause he never got no money. She say - I think Jimmy back..... He go - Yeah? That ought a make you happy. Then you get the money right from him, wit'out that Marty stickin' his shit in. Why he gotta know anyway? He ain't part a this?...... She give him a look. She go - What you mean?.... He say - Come on. We know who the daddy is. We know who poke you up and all...... She keep lookin'. And he whisper - Jimmy. .... Then he go - Girl, what'chu got, a grand-pop fixation, or somethin'?....... But she just tell him to drop dead. Then they have the ice cream....
Now, nobody know where Jimmy is. But that don't mean he ain't someplace. Right now he in Jersey. Everybody like Jersey. You know it the richest state in the whole country? Got horse farms. Got shore towns (nice ones too). Got real fancy shoppin' joints. Why you think they got all them Cheesecake Factories? An' I talkin' 'bout them restaurants. Even got Jersey Devil too. Not that team. No, not them. I talkin' 'bout them creatures. What, you never seed 'em drivin' back from the shore? You never seed 'em runnin' back and forth, all naked, through the woods? Come on! What'chu doin' in that car? You must be blind. I knowed one by name, kid Jersey Devil. Called him Horsey Skeezix. Used a throw him salt water taffy. He like that......
But lemme get back to Jimmy. Yeah, he feel real bad doin' Marge and Little Chrissie and the baby and Ricky like he do. But two a them was gonna kill 'im. So he figure it right and proper if they shit theyselves a little. Not the baby. He shit hisself a lot anyway. Still, it not like Jimmy wastin' time. He in Margate (Google it). He lookin' at houses. Just a little bit a them got smashed up in the big storm. The rest a them's OK. An' he got money. An' he shoppin'.
Know how much he find in that second safe deposit box?.... I ain't tellin'. Not now, anyway.
But it a lot......
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