A Killed Bill: The Later Years

Gogo and I lay on the unfamiliar bedspread. Gogo awoke, and inclined her head towards me. The California sun was seeping in through the blinds and I got up, and shrugged into the silk nighty that Gogo bought for me. I surveyed the damage done to the hotel room, tables broken and glasses smashed and thought, well it was worth it. "Better pay the maid a lot although." I muttered to myself. The coffeemaker had survived the night, and I went to my luggage, and came up with a small jar of ground coffee and some coffee whitener. I tipped some coffee into the reservoir and poured some water into the coffeemaker. "Gogo, want some toast?" Gogo had rolled over, and was watching me, and she nodded. Back into the suitcase, I found a loaf of Wonder bread, squashed under some shoes. A muffled sound came from the closet. Rolling my eyes, I went over, and opened it. A hog-tied Nikki Green fell out and landed on the floor. I turned her right-side up with my foot...."Are you ready to cooperate with us?" The negro girl nodded, looking terrified. I removed the gag from her mouth, and whispered, "Let's get you cleaned up and then you can have a bite of breakfast with us."

2 hours later,

"...and that's how I met Beatrice Kiddo for the first time." I took a sip of the coffee, and was about to say something, when Gogo interrupted. "I must think we have nothing in common....but we do! That little yellow haired bitch..." Yubari spoke in rapid Japanese and I struggled to keep up the translation. Nikki spoke first. "I would like to finish her off, but I found you two, and thought you two had fought beside Beatrice." Green's daughter laughed bitterly. "And now I find myself fighting beside a mad-woman from Tokyo, and an Asianic kickboxing fiend. And with a broken arm." Yubari interrupted again. "Never...never will that white demon resist....now that she has had her revenge." I nodded, and muttered that Gogo had a point. "If we hit Beatrice now, when she has had her satisfaction, she would pose less of a threat." All three of us nodded.

Half an hour later......

Gogo, and Green were sitting in the back of the cab. I was driving. Green had knocked out the driver, and he was now hog-tied and sitting in my motel room's closet. The back of the cab was completely silent....with Gogo looking excited at the prospect of killing Beatrice, and Vernita's daughter looking calm as an ocean. "Green, where does Vernita's body lie?" Nikki grimaced, and said – "Why do you want to know?" "I wish to pay respects to her...she was a wonderful friend to me." Her reply was so soft that I could barely hear it. "Glenhaven Cemeteries, in Toronto..."

I was desperate to change the subject, so I shuffled some official-looking papers. "Good thing this is a Census year..." I joked. "There are four houses that our dear Beatrice might be living in, under the pseudonym Bee Nibbit. We are coming close to the first."

The first house we visited was a bust. Not a single female lived there. The second yielded two lonely looking men, complete with ample beer guts. The third yielded only a middle aged Latino couple, who looked didn't want to answer any type of questions and only yielded to the fact that the papers looked official. The fourth was also a bust, answered by an elderly Chinese woman, who didn't speak much English and insisted on inviting us in for tea.

I emerged first from the house, smelling of jasmine tea. Nikki was livid. "What the hell, we are wasting our fucking time!!" Gogo was also pissed...and was swearing in fluent Cantonese at the top of her lungs..."lea see pook gai..." "So what do we do now, Missus computer genius???" "....moi yung!" "I don't know, but she may be sharing a house with someone..." "......chow hei.....!"

"That would work..." finished Green lamely.