Ch.2:Return Visit
It would be another month before I figured I was ready to finish the encounter withthat blonde devotchka next town over and finally have my in-out,in-out session with her... but, I knew I had to get to the clown first.
"Georgie, Pete, Dim..."
Their gullivers turned my way.
"We're going back...we're nailing that devotchka in the neighboring city if I have to kill a clown in order to do so."
"You went a month without thinkin' about it,why--" Georgie started.
"I never stopped thinkin'... you can't leave business unfinished...we're going..."
"When?" Pete asked.
"When Big Ben sounds six times we head to Korova milkbar. When we finish off our moloko, we prepare to finish off our dear friend we met a month from today."
I smirked, patting my pocket that held my nozh, my britva and a bit o cutter.
When the sky had begun dimming and Big Ben was about to sound six times, as planned, I went to gather my brothers to execute my plan.
One by one the moloko was dispensed from the coin-operated mannequins. Our countenances became more vacant and expressionless with each swig, sip, swallow.
Once again we set off by foot down dark streets with elongated shadows before us until entering the next city over.
The sidewalks were still damp, it was still raining and all was still dark and murky... just as before. A horrorshow setting for a night of in-out, in-out.
I had one goal in mind. Finish the job.
Wandering, I seeked the door to the slum of an apartment... her apartment...