I Can Do This 4/?
Could this day Get any better? Bosco sank down on his couch with a beer in one hand the remote in the other. What the hell happened? The day started out so great.
He had woken up early, which usually wasn't a good thing, but today it had felt really great. He'd gone over to Faith's and they had had a nice workout at the gym, then gone for a run. I should have known I was feeling too happy. Nothing good comes of bein' in too good a mood. Damn, I've turned into Sullivan.
Then I ran into Fred. We weren't doin' anything, just having some fun. Granted, carryin' Faith in my arms into a house was something I'd done in dreams, but that wasn't a dream. Faith would have clocked me if I tried anything like what happened in one of those dreams. Yep, Fred was the turning point of my day. The day went to crap from that point on.
First the thing with Faith, then he got mad about me talkin' to Charlie about beating up littler kids. Charlie needed talking to, poor kid. I felt so bad that he had to watch the fight I started between Faith and Fred. I shoulda never talked her outta leavin' him all those times. It was the right thing to do though. Better the devil you know as the saying goes. Hard tellin' what loser she would have hooked up with if she'd left Fred.
Then I went to work. I shoulda called in sick. Christopher was in a crappy mood and when he has a bad day, I have a bad day. He assigned me to Gussler then added insult to injury and made us do crowd control for a Marilyn Manson CD signing at Virgin Records. The guy's a freak and I called 'em like I saw 'em. You'd think he'd be used to bein' called one. One complaint later, I'm stuck guarding the lock up for a whole week.
Now the capper was the message on my machine when I got home. Faith had called while I was at work and left a message to meet her at the gym instead of her place in the morning. That could only mean one thing. My days of bein' welcome in the Yokas home were over. It was too good to last. Fred's a bastard, but she's married to him. I didn't wanna cause any trouble for her, so I wouldn't make a big deal outta it. I couldn't believe how used to seein' her everyday outside work I got. It hurt that I wouldn't get to do that anymore, but if I raised a stink it would just be harder on Faith. I've already done enough to make her life hard.
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Bosco heard a ruckus coming from the direction of the front desk and groaned. His first customer of the night was on her way and she sounded like trouble. She was yelling at the top of her lungs.
It'd been slow for hours. Am I the only one who ever arrests anyone around here? He saw Daniels tugging a girl behind him. "What happened to your eye, Daniels?"
"She clocked me," he replied pulling his prisoner into the room.
"Emily? What'd you do?" Bosco asked noticing who Daniels was bringing into the lock up.
"She's a little young to be one of 'yours' isn't she, Boscorelli," Daniels snickered. "She wouldn't tell us her name. She just kept tellin' us we were gonna regret arresting her. You the reason why?"
"Nope, but Yokas is gonna kick your ass. This is her daughter Emily," Bosco opened the cell as Daniels put Emily inside.
"Bosco, you won't believe what this asshole said to me," Emily cried. Bosco had to get her out of this before somebody called her mom.
"Watch your mouth. What'd she do besides get the best of you, Daniels?" Bosco closed the door to the cell and turned to the officer hoping he wasn't about to get suspended for knockin' Daniels teeth down his throat.
"Her and a couple of her friends were mooning people on the George Washington Bridge."
Bosco scoffed. "I've seen you do worse! Why'd ya have to go and arrest her?"
"Her friends ran, but she thought she was above the law then she clocked me," Daniels took a step back toward the door hoping he could be out it before Emily could add her side of the story.
"We weren't doin' anything really bad. We were just havin' some fun. He said that there were better ways to advertise and I should get back over to Axton Street where I belonged," Emily yelled from the cell. "So I punched him in the eye. He can't say I'm a hooker and get away with it, can he Bosco? The jerk had it comin'."
"Keep quiet, Emily. You're in enough trouble," Bosco turned to yell. By the time he'd turned back, Daniels was gone. Bosco'd have to catch up with him later or better yet, sell tickets to when Faith caught up to him.
"Boscorelli, Daniels tells me you got Yokas's daughter in here," Lieutenant Swersky walked in carrying a file. "You callin' her or am I."
"I think you better, boss," Bosco replied sinking back into his chair.
"Never took you for a chicken, Boscorelli," Swersky laughed before turning to head back out the door. "When she comes in, tell her I need to see her."
"Come on, Uncle Bosco. Let me out. Please?" Emily pouted from inside the cell. She had perfected the single-tear-hanging-on-the-cheek look with her dad. It had to work on Bosco, too, she reasoned.
"Give me a break, Em. You haven't called me 'Uncle Bosco' since you were 10. You're waiting til your Mom gets here. If I let ya out, she'll have my ass. I like my ass exactly where it is thank ya very much. And don't even think about breakin' out the water works, I'm not buyin' it."
"Dammit, Bosco! You just wait til I get outta here," Emily scowled batting away the useless tear.
Bosco laughed out loud. "You sound exactly like your mom."
"I DO NOT! I'm nothing like her!" Emily yelled.
"You're exactly like her. I bet that's why you two fight so much," Bosco smirked and looked at Emily closely for the first time since she was a little girl. She even looked like Faith with her hair falling in her face like that. God help anyone who got in her way, Bosco thought with a chuckle and a shake of his head.
"Just you wait, 'Uncle Bosco'," Emily whispered menacingly as she folded her arms and plunked down on the bench.
Bosco chuckled again, then turned back to his desk. She had the killing glare down for sure. He could feel it penetrating into the back of his head as surely as if it were her mother scowling at him.
And I thought yesterday was bad.
Could this day Get any better? Bosco sank down on his couch with a beer in one hand the remote in the other. What the hell happened? The day started out so great.
He had woken up early, which usually wasn't a good thing, but today it had felt really great. He'd gone over to Faith's and they had had a nice workout at the gym, then gone for a run. I should have known I was feeling too happy. Nothing good comes of bein' in too good a mood. Damn, I've turned into Sullivan.
Then I ran into Fred. We weren't doin' anything, just having some fun. Granted, carryin' Faith in my arms into a house was something I'd done in dreams, but that wasn't a dream. Faith would have clocked me if I tried anything like what happened in one of those dreams. Yep, Fred was the turning point of my day. The day went to crap from that point on.
First the thing with Faith, then he got mad about me talkin' to Charlie about beating up littler kids. Charlie needed talking to, poor kid. I felt so bad that he had to watch the fight I started between Faith and Fred. I shoulda never talked her outta leavin' him all those times. It was the right thing to do though. Better the devil you know as the saying goes. Hard tellin' what loser she would have hooked up with if she'd left Fred.
Then I went to work. I shoulda called in sick. Christopher was in a crappy mood and when he has a bad day, I have a bad day. He assigned me to Gussler then added insult to injury and made us do crowd control for a Marilyn Manson CD signing at Virgin Records. The guy's a freak and I called 'em like I saw 'em. You'd think he'd be used to bein' called one. One complaint later, I'm stuck guarding the lock up for a whole week.
Now the capper was the message on my machine when I got home. Faith had called while I was at work and left a message to meet her at the gym instead of her place in the morning. That could only mean one thing. My days of bein' welcome in the Yokas home were over. It was too good to last. Fred's a bastard, but she's married to him. I didn't wanna cause any trouble for her, so I wouldn't make a big deal outta it. I couldn't believe how used to seein' her everyday outside work I got. It hurt that I wouldn't get to do that anymore, but if I raised a stink it would just be harder on Faith. I've already done enough to make her life hard.
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Bosco heard a ruckus coming from the direction of the front desk and groaned. His first customer of the night was on her way and she sounded like trouble. She was yelling at the top of her lungs.
It'd been slow for hours. Am I the only one who ever arrests anyone around here? He saw Daniels tugging a girl behind him. "What happened to your eye, Daniels?"
"She clocked me," he replied pulling his prisoner into the room.
"Emily? What'd you do?" Bosco asked noticing who Daniels was bringing into the lock up.
"She's a little young to be one of 'yours' isn't she, Boscorelli," Daniels snickered. "She wouldn't tell us her name. She just kept tellin' us we were gonna regret arresting her. You the reason why?"
"Nope, but Yokas is gonna kick your ass. This is her daughter Emily," Bosco opened the cell as Daniels put Emily inside.
"Bosco, you won't believe what this asshole said to me," Emily cried. Bosco had to get her out of this before somebody called her mom.
"Watch your mouth. What'd she do besides get the best of you, Daniels?" Bosco closed the door to the cell and turned to the officer hoping he wasn't about to get suspended for knockin' Daniels teeth down his throat.
"Her and a couple of her friends were mooning people on the George Washington Bridge."
Bosco scoffed. "I've seen you do worse! Why'd ya have to go and arrest her?"
"Her friends ran, but she thought she was above the law then she clocked me," Daniels took a step back toward the door hoping he could be out it before Emily could add her side of the story.
"We weren't doin' anything really bad. We were just havin' some fun. He said that there were better ways to advertise and I should get back over to Axton Street where I belonged," Emily yelled from the cell. "So I punched him in the eye. He can't say I'm a hooker and get away with it, can he Bosco? The jerk had it comin'."
"Keep quiet, Emily. You're in enough trouble," Bosco turned to yell. By the time he'd turned back, Daniels was gone. Bosco'd have to catch up with him later or better yet, sell tickets to when Faith caught up to him.
"Boscorelli, Daniels tells me you got Yokas's daughter in here," Lieutenant Swersky walked in carrying a file. "You callin' her or am I."
"I think you better, boss," Bosco replied sinking back into his chair.
"Never took you for a chicken, Boscorelli," Swersky laughed before turning to head back out the door. "When she comes in, tell her I need to see her."
"Come on, Uncle Bosco. Let me out. Please?" Emily pouted from inside the cell. She had perfected the single-tear-hanging-on-the-cheek look with her dad. It had to work on Bosco, too, she reasoned.
"Give me a break, Em. You haven't called me 'Uncle Bosco' since you were 10. You're waiting til your Mom gets here. If I let ya out, she'll have my ass. I like my ass exactly where it is thank ya very much. And don't even think about breakin' out the water works, I'm not buyin' it."
"Dammit, Bosco! You just wait til I get outta here," Emily scowled batting away the useless tear.
Bosco laughed out loud. "You sound exactly like your mom."
"I DO NOT! I'm nothing like her!" Emily yelled.
"You're exactly like her. I bet that's why you two fight so much," Bosco smirked and looked at Emily closely for the first time since she was a little girl. She even looked like Faith with her hair falling in her face like that. God help anyone who got in her way, Bosco thought with a chuckle and a shake of his head.
"Just you wait, 'Uncle Bosco'," Emily whispered menacingly as she folded her arms and plunked down on the bench.
Bosco chuckled again, then turned back to his desk. She had the killing glare down for sure. He could feel it penetrating into the back of his head as surely as if it were her mother scowling at him.
And I thought yesterday was bad.