"What's with you?" Manny asked the next day at a diner they went to for breakfast.

Tony quit drinking his orange juice long enough to ask, "what?" and the weird grin that had been on his face since he picked Manny up had returned.

"There's something wrong with you, you have this dumb grin on your face, what's going on?" Manny asked.

"Nothing," Tony replied.

"You expect me to believe that? Tony, I know you're excited about marrying Elvira, but you look like the cat that swallowed the canary," Manny told him.

"The what?" Tony asked.

"It means you're grinning like you know something," Manny explained.

"I do know something," Tony replied as he went back to his scrambled eggs.

"What's that?" Manny asked.

Tony stabbed his eggs with his fork and practically swallowed the piece whole before replying, "do you remember when we were working as dishwashers, this kid used to come in the diner with packages for the owner?" While he waited for Manny to reply, he went back to his breakfast.

"Yeah, so what?" Manny asked.

"Well," Tony replied as he swallowed a chunk of his eggs, "I saw the same kid last night, working at the Golden Crown."

"So?"

"So, I found out the hard way that that guy is no' a guy, he's a girl," Tony said.

"I still don't get what the big deal is," Manny said.

"Well…I found out something from this kid last night, and I've got a favor to do for her, the best part is that she doesn't know it's going to happen, so she's going to be in for quite a fucking surprise when she finds out," Tony replied.

"That's what you're grinning for?" Manny asked.

"I don't know why I am, its just doing this for her makes me feel giddy…anyway, this is supposed to be a surprise, so nobody's going to know except for us, not Elvie, not Gina, not Ernie, not nobody, you got that?" Tony asked.

"Yeah, but what're you going to do?" Manny asked.

"I'll tell you but first I gotta find a telephone book," Tony told him as he scooted out of the booth.

"Why?" Manny asked.

"Because I have to find a Gene Beatty and make sure he's going to be alone this afternoon," Tony told him.

Tony went out to use the phone booth on the corner, Manny wasn't sure what was going on, but he had a feeling that whatever it was it was going to be bad.

Tony had told Manny he was going to spend the rest of the afternoon alone, he had to get some things taken care of for the wedding, and one thing he had to do was get a tuxedo. But before he went to get that, he headed over to the 500th block of Citrus Drive and slowed down his car and waited until Nash came into sight. She was walking down the sidewalk and was currently near the top of the hill on which the street was built, so Tony drove his car up to where she was, he put it in neutral and opened the door on the passenger's side.

"Going somewhere?" he asked.

Nash got off the sidewalk and looked in, "is that you, Montana?"

"Call me Tony…can I give you a lift?" he asked.

"Where're you going?" Nash asked as she slipped in and closed the door.

"Gonna get a tuxedo for my wedding, are you coming?"

Nash nodded, "yeah, I thought about it, I'd like to come."

"Good, we be happy to have you," Tony told her, "so, what did you tell your mother?"

"I didn't tell her anything, but I quit at the Golden Crown."

"Good," Tony grinned toothily.

"Now I'm looking for another job," she replied.

"Bad," Tony added as his smile faded, "why you wanna break your back for minimum wage? Didn't you keep the money I gave you?"

"Of course, but that ain't it," Nash said, "it's not so much about the money, I can't just sit around the house all day doing nothing, I have to get out and do something, otherwise I go crazy."

"So what kind of job are you looking for now?" Tony asked.

"Doesn't really matter to me, anything that doesn't require joining the army and nothing where I'd have to take my clothes off, and that's about it," Nash said.

"You know how to drive?" Tony asked.

"Yes."

"Taxi drivers, they make good money if they play their cards right," Tony thought aloud.

"Yeah, but what about when someone tries to rob them?" Nash asked.

"Well what do you do if someone tries to rob the casino?" Tony asked.

"That's different, Tony, in a casino, you have guns and knives and glass bottles and bar stools and tables, all sorts of fucking stuff you can beat someone over the head with, in a cab it ain't that easy."

"You strong?" Tony asked.

"Sure."

"How about professional wrestler? They pay you to beat the shit out of someone," Tony suggested.

"Yeah, but I don't think lightweights do too well," Nash told him.

"What about, night watchman?" Tony asked, "gets you out of the house, all you have to do is wait for something to happen."

"Too boring."

"Oh well, there's a million jobs available, you should be able to find something," Tony said, "something that pays good, gets you out of the house, keeps you on your feet..."

"You know, Tony, I've been hearing some things about you," Nash said.

"Oh?"

"And…from what I've heard, you're like a regular bad ass," Nash said.

"Bad ass?" Tony repeated, he sounded like he was considering it. He repeated it a couple more times, by now he seemed to like the sound of it. "I can live with that, so I'm bad ass, but not regular, Tony Montana is regular nothing."

"Well…you don't seem that way to me, maybe I've just been around low lives too long, but you don't seem nearly as horrible as people say, why do you think that is?" Nash asked.

Tony looked at her and replied, "presentation is important."

"So you're not really as horrible as people say," Nash thought.

"No, I'm as bad as people say, just not with everybody…me, I like kids, and I like women, and you're both."

"Not for long…"

There was a brief silence before Nash asked, "So, how's Manny doing?"

"Good, he's good, he was glad to hear you' doing allright," Tony said.

"He remembers me?" Nash asked.

"Sure he remembers you, later I'm a gonna tell him you' coming to the wedding," Tony said.

"I wish you wouldn't do that, Tony…I like to remain anonymous as much as possible."

"Why? You 'shamed of me?" Tony asked.

"No, I just prefer if people don't know me…besides, what with you being a big drug lord, or whatever the fuck they call you, you got your own enemies, your own problems, you don't need mine too…so I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't tell anyone else you even know me."

"Allright, if that's what you want, that's how it's going to be," Tony replied, "it just be our secret, yours, mine, and Manny's."

"Don't tell him anymore about me either, I don't want him to get involved," Nash told him.

Tony thought about it for a minute, "okay, I won' tell Manny either."

Tony came out of the dressing room wearing a bright white tuxedo with a top hat to match. "Too much?"

"Yes," Nash told him.

"Okay," Tony said as he took off the hat and threw it away, "so I lose the hat, how's this?"

"No good, white doesn't look good on you, at least not like that," Nash said.

"Eh?" Tony turned around and looked in the mirror.

"It looks like someone poured bleach all over it…you wear that thing at your wedding and Elvie will go blind."

"Allright…"

Tony took the next suit into the dressing room and came back out after a few minutes, this suit had a gray jacket and pants and a white button-up shirt. "How's this?"

"No good, you look like a lawyer, how about the black one?" Nash asked.

"Allright," Tony took the next suit and was about the head into the dressing room when he turned back around. "What about you? Have you tried anything on yet?"

"I was thinking, Tony…I don't really dress up formal-like a lot…and I hate to put you out $200 just for a suit that I'll only wear once."

"You fucking kidding me? The night Lopez died, someone nearly ruined my $800 suit, so I replaced it. $200 is nothing to me, now go find a suit," Tony said, "I'll be back out in a minute."

A few minutes later, Tony came out wearing a black tuxedo with a white button-up shirt and came out. He saw Nash wearing one just like him and she looked terrible in it.

"Do I look that bad?" Tony asked.

"Take a look," Nash pointed to the mirror.

Tony looked and was disgusted with it. "Shit, I look terrible."

Nash went off and returned with a different suit for Tony and he went back in the dressing room and put it on and it seemed to just fit him, and he was waiting for Nash's comments when he came out, but she hadn't come out yet. The door to the dressing room next to his opened and Nash came out wearing an off-white suit just like his.

"What do you think?" she asked.

"Looks nice," he said, "and me?"

"Nice…turn around."

Tony turned around and looked in the mirror, this wasn't exactly a white suit. "What do you call this color?"

"Uh…off-white…ivory…maybe crème."

"Crème?" Tony repeated, "they got a coffee color suit too?"

"Now this looks good, Tony, not too bright, but not dark either," Nash told him.

"Well…I've tried on about 10 suits and I'm getting sick of it, and this seems to be the best pick so I'm taking it, what about you? That the suit you want?" Tony asked.

"Sure…anything to get the fuck out of here."

"Now that's more like it," Tony said, "now you' thinking like me…"

"So do you want me to come early?" Nash asked.

"I don't care what time you come, providing you're in time for the wedding…and afterwards, I want to show you the tiger I got."

"A tiger?"

"Yeah, a lady tiger."

"How old?"

"I don't know exactly…old enough to mate, I know that much."

"I definitely want to see that…I'll be there with bells on," Nash told him.

Friday night, Tony was making sure everything was ready for the wedding the next day when he got a phone call from Manny.

"What is it?" Tony asked.

"I need you to come down to a warehouse on Girard Avenue so you can straighten things out with the owner," Manny said.

"What?" Tony couldn't believe his ears, "I'm getting married in 18 hours, can't this wait?"

"No it can't, I'm trying to reason with the bastard but he won't listen to me, you have to come down tonight," Manny sounded anxious.

For a minute, Tony thought Manny might be in some kind of trouble, but he doubted they'd let him call anyone if he was in a lot. "Allright, I'll be down soon."

Tony got to the address from Manny and was instructed to come in through the back way, and Tony was there within 15 minutes. Of course he wasn't going to go in unarmed and die a fool, so he got out of his car and headed around to the back, carrying an Uzi with him.

Tony reached the back doors and found them unlocked, so Tony kicked the doors in and walked right past the doorway, into complete darkness. He pulled out the Uzi and was ready to fire.

"Allright!" he bellowed, "come out, you whores! Come out now or I track you all down and send you to fucking hell!"

Tony heard loud popping noises and didn't know what the hell was going on, but he knew he wasn't being shot at. At that time, bright overhead lights came on and Tony saw a bunch of women dressed in risqué dresses holding champagne bottle and cone fireworks where strings were pulled to shoot out confetti and streamers. Looking around, Tony also saw standing by 10 kegs of beer, several of the friends he made in his business, with Manny obviously being the brains of the whole thing.

"Glad you could make it, chico," Manny said, "surprised?"

Tony was shocked, he couldn't believe what was going on, but all he knew was that he'd been set up. "What the fuck is this?"

"A bachelor party," Manny said, "for you."

"For me?" Tony still couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"That's right…one last night of fun before your wedding tomorrow."

Well Tony really felt like an idiot now, you could say the expression "color me with egg on my face", or something of the sort, was appropriate to describe how he felt about this whole ordeal. Tony put the Uzi on a table beside him and looked around, he couldn't believe Manny had put this whole thing together.

A woman in a tight blue sequined dress came up to Tony and put her hand on the front of his pants, "Hello big boy, are you just happy to see me or is that a gun in your pocket?"

"Why yes it is," Tony reached into his pocket and pulled out a handgun and showed it to the lady before he put it on the table. The lady took it as a hint to back off so she did.

"What's the matter with you?" Manny asked.

"What the fuck's the matter with you?" Tony asked, "I thought you were in trouble, I thought it was like with Angel."

"If I had told you the real reason for wanting you down here, would you have come?" Manny asked him.

Tony was quiet for a minute and seemed to be considering it when he answered, "No."

Manny let out a satisfied laugh, "Exactly."

"Next time you plan a surprise, warn me ahead of time," Tony advised him, "I hate surprises."

"Since when?" Manny asked.

"Since right now."

Manny laughed, "come on, Tony, this is your last night as a single man, you might as well enjoy it. Believe me, it'll definitely be a night you never forget."

Tony glared at Manny for a minute, and looked around to see just what there was to enjoy. Bright colorful lights, loud music, lots of women in too much makeup and their dresses needed letting out, kegs of beer as far as the eye could see. All in all, there wasn't much of anything he couldn't find at any nightclub in Miami. For a minute, Tony was starting to think Manny was getting more of a kick out of the whole party than he was. A minute later, Tony saw three guys wheeling in a large cake, the kind strippers usually popped out of.

"Oh boy I canno wait to see this," Tony's sarcasm was running on empty.

Two guys lifted the top off the cake, and Manny went over and looked down into it, and he looked at the other two guys like something had gone wrong. They looked over at Tony and motioned for him to come up and see it for himself. Reluctantly, Tony headed over to the cake, wondering what was inside of it, and wondering if he even wanted to find out. Apparently some part of him did because regardless of what he was thinking, he walked right over to the cake, climbed up on the bottom layer and looked down in it.

How fast it happened, Tony didn't know, all he remembered was looking inside of the cake, and an Amazon woman in a leopard skin loincloth jumped out and picked him up and spun him around in the air like a rag doll, while everybody watching cheered and howled.

"What I tell you, chico?" Manny asked, "I told you this going to be a night you're not going to forget."

Tony tried to tell Manny how much he hated him right about now, but he couldn't. The next thing he knew, the woman was leaving with him slung over her shoulder. Tony didn't know exactly where the woman was taking him but he didn't ask any questions and hung onto her for dear life. She took him into a dark room and threw him down on something, he almost swore it was a bed, but right now he wasn't too sure of anything. He heard the door close and the lights came on. Yes, it was a bed, what they called a queen-sized bed, and apparently it was the closest thing to the right size for this woman.

Looking at her, Tony figured she must have been somewhere near seven feet tall, well over his 5'7. In addition to her height, she was full of muscles bulging out from everywhere that wasn't covered in her loincloth. She had more muscles that most men Tony had known, and she'd about have to, to be able to swing Tony around like a toy. And now he was afraid that she planned to use him as a toy of a whole other kind.

"Let me guess," he said, trying to hide the nervousness in his voice, "Manny put you up to this?"

"Your cousin said that you'd never done it with a big woman…he thought it'd be a nice way to go out before your wedding," she said.

"Oh boy," Tony muttered to himself. He looked at the woman and asked her, "What's your name?"

"Christine."

"Ah…well…Christine…" Tony was trying to figure a way out of this mess but his mind draw a blank.

"Don't worry," she said, "everybody's nervous the first time."

"First time in general, or just first time with you?" No sooner had the words left Tony's mouth; he couldn't believe he actually said them. Right about now it looked like if he did anything to set this woman off, she'd probably see to it that he never got around to his wedding night with Elvira.

Christine giggled and leaned in closer to him and grabbed the bottom of his tie and her hand worked its way up. "Is this your first time?"

Tony backed up and got his tie free from her hand, every time she leaned in closer to him he scooted back on the bed trying to think of something to say, and he kept backing up until he hit his back on the iron headboard and fell off the side of the bed.

Christine sprawled out on the bed, lying on her stomach, and she saw Tony Montana lying on his back on the floor with his legs spread up in the air, and she laughed.

"I'm guessing this isn't a first for you," Tony said.

"Well I've had some pretty unusual clients," Christine responded, "want some help up?"

"No, no, I'll be fine," Tony got his legs on the ground and rolled over onto his stomach and stood up. He walked back over to the bed but fell down on the way over. He got up again and gripped the edge of the bed. "Look, I'm sure you're a…you…I'm sure you'd see to it that this is a night I'll never forget…it's already become that…but I can't…I can't…"

"You're too loyal to her," Christine stretched her legs and put her feet on the floor and stood up.

"Huh?"

"The woman you're marrying…you don't want to ruin what you two have by sleeping with someone else…" Christine said, "no problem, I understand."

"So…we have an understanding?" Tony asked.

"Sure…although…we may want to stick around here a few more minutes so you can go out there looking like a big man to all your friends," Christine suggested.

Oh how Tony could just imagine the countless jokes that could come from a comment like that. But he agreed, it wouldn't be a bad idea.

Saturday came, the afternoon came quickly, it was nearing 3 o' clock and Nash still hadn't shown up, Tony had been waiting for her.

Why didn't she come? he asked himself

But there was a schedule to keep, and Tony didn't want to keep Elvie waiting, so he decided the wedding would just have to go on without her. As he looked around at all the people that had shone up, he realized their wedding was the biggest turnout he'd ever seen. There were members from his family, Elvira's family, Manny, Nick the Pig, Chi-Chi, Ernie, all the acquaintances and friends Tony had made in the business, judges and policemen on his payroll, caterers, florists, old friends and neighbors from back in Cuba, everyone that seemed to have any place in Tony's business and life right about now was there.

Taking one last look, Tony realized, all but one. Maybe, Tony thought, there was a good reason for her anonymity after all, maybe she ran into some bad news and didn't want them following her to the wedding. Whatever the reason might have been, Tony was mildly disappointed that she hadn't come, but then he heard the music playing and he saw Elvie being brought down to be given away, and Tony suddenly realized that this had already become the happiest day of his life, and it didn't really matter too much to him that Nash hadn't shown up.

Tony lifted the veil covering Elvira's face and she was as beautiful as the night he first saw her in the elevator at Frank's. The minister started the regular wedding speech of dearly beloved and what not, but Tony wasn't really listening, all of his attention was solely drawn to Elvira's beautiful eyes. When it was time for the wedding vows, Tony placed the ring on Elvira's finger and said, "I vow to love and honor you with all my heart and…soul…with every fiber…of my being," Tony was really starting to feel like a jackass, but then again this was the first time he'd made a wedding vow, "…until the day I die…"

Saying what he had wasn't easy for Tony, but it seemed to be even harder for Elvira to say anything, so she made hers short, sweet, and to the point. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

That was certainly not something Tony had heard much in his life, actually he wasn't sure if he'd ever heard it before now, even after everything he'd been through in his life, nothing could stop the surprised look that took over Tony's face, which consisted of an uneven smirk, wide eyes and high eyebrows like a woman who'd seen a rat. Tony couldn't remember right off hand if anybody, even his mama, had ever said anything nice like that to him in his entire life. As soon as Elvira said that, Tony was convinced that nothing could ruin his good mood today.

After being pronounced man and wife, Tony took Elvira and all his guests down to the moat of his property, and across from it tied to a tree was his tiger, which Tony was all too willing to boast about. Nick the pig unwrapped a napkin that was covering a piece of the wedding cake, and threw it across the moat for the tiger to eat…it didn't seem too interested.

"It's a beauty, Tony," Gina said, "is it a boy or a girl?"

"Girl…nice…lady tiger…from India," Tony smirked as he glanced at Elvira.

As Tony was explaining to the people around him the how and why he got the tiger, in the back of his mind he knew that the rest of the day was going to be long what with all the people and the reception and all the wedding gifts and the toasts…and of course the wedding night…but he didn't care. This was turning out to be the happiest day of his life. Today, it truly felt to Tony like the world was his. He had it all, or rather most of it, family, good friends, a beautiful wife, his trusty tiger, more money than he knew what to do with, (so Frank was right), people everywhere were coming to know his name. Now it seemed about all he needed now were a couple of kids and he'd have everything.

Early the next morning, Tony woke up and saw the sun had already come up. Looking over at the clock, he saw it was only 6:25 A.M., and Elvira was still asleep right beside him. In fact, he'd woken up just as he'd fallen asleep, with her in his arms, and he had to admit he liked the way she felt. So far, he'd only been married about 15 hours, but right now it seemed to be the best time of his entire life. Out of nowhere, Tony got the feeling that he should get up and go outside. He didn't know why, and he also wasn't too hot about letting go of Elvie just yet, but the idea hammered at his brain, so against his plans, Tony slipped out of the bed and got dressed and got downstairs and out to the yard before anybody saw him.

For a while, Tony was starting to wonder why he had even come out here, when he could've spent another hour in bed with Elvira, but then he got his answer. Coming up the driveway was Nash, looking to Tony like she was in the CIA or something, wearing a big black trench coat that couldn't possibly be fitted right and black sunglasses, even though it wasn't bright enough to need them. Tony had seen plenty of different types of sunglasses, most of which different lenses were different colors and different tones of color, some lighter than others, some darker than the rest.

The kind that Nash currently had on was what Tony had heard people refer to as hangover glasses, for obvious reasons…but she didn't seem to be hung over. Rather she seemed to know exactly what she was doing as she came up the driveway and walked right over to Tony. For the first time since yesterday afternoon, it registered in Tony's mind that she had missed the wedding, and he was wondering if he was about to find out why.

"Good morning, Nash," he said.

Nash looked at him over her glasses, and seeing those red eyes, Tony remembered the second most common reason for glasses that dark. Judging by the anger that was painfully easy to see in her eyes, Tony was sure that he was about to get yelled at for something he may have or may not have done. Nash got right up to him and looked him dead in the eyes, she backed up a bit so she wouldn't be right in his face when she said what she did. All she got out was 'oh Tony', before she collapsed in his arms crying, even the two words she got out were choked by her sobbing.

Tony held her close and held her up, and he had a good idea that if he didn't, she would've fallen straight to the ground and wouldn't have even bothered getting up. As worn and ragged as she appeared to be, it seemed a good guess to Tony that she wouldn't even have the strength to get herself up. Right away, Tony was trying to think what could've gotten her so upset…he wouldn't think it was something he said, but he could never be sure. It seemed that with some people, Tony was prone to sticking his foot in his mouth.

After a few minutes, Nash seemed to recollect herself and now seemed to be able to pull herself together. She pushed Tony back and stood a good foot and a half away from him. "Tony…" she started, her voice so weak Tony wasn't sure she could continue. "I'm sorry………I'm sorry I didn't come to the wedding, but something came up and I was out yesterday…rather happy at that," she added.

Oh the possibilities of how Tony could've responded to that. One thing he wanted to ask more than most was if she was so happy the day before…then what the hell happened? But he decided not to ask that.

"You did it, didn't you?" Nash asked him, her voice becoming strong and accusing.

Tony was surprised by that, he didn't know how to answer, he tried to think, did what?

"Yesterday, Tony…on the news," Nash said, her voice now firm and demanding no nonsense after she gave her full side of it. "They found Beatty's body down by the docks, the fish had already gotten some work in on him but they found his body, and the coroner said he died from a shot straight through the heart, and one in the head…dammit Tony, you did it, didn't you, you bastard?"

Ordinarily words like that wouldn't be taken likely, but Tony knew that she meant no harm by them. Tony decided to confess, he had no reason to play stupid, he wasn't ashamed by what he did, he just wanted the whole affair to be a surprise and now it was over.

"I jus' couldn't stand it, you know? The man fuckin' killed a 'little kid, and he walked while your mother lost her mind, you…you gotta suffer for it all…dis way, the score's evened out a bit," Tony explained.

Nash didn't say anything for a minute and turned away, Tony thought she was going to leave.

"When my mother turned on the news and we saw it…saw him, his body on a gurney with a sheet thrown over it…only then we knew it was over…and my mother…I never saw her cry after the funeral…but we were both so happy yesterday…relieved it was finally over, truly over…and I…I couldn't leave my mother, and I could come here as I was…it would've ruined everything…that's why I missed the wedding."

Tony couldn't believe that Nash was still trying to apologize for that when there were more important matters to tend to at the time. How could she have been expected to drop all of it to come to a wedding?

"It doesn't matter," Tony said, "how are, you and your mother today?"

"A…allright I suppose," Nash replied, "yesterday, for the first time in a long time, my mother was actually nice to me…now that the day's passed, I'm guessing today won't be any different from the past several years."

"Is not right," Tony said, "you're the only one she has left and she shouldn't treat you like a dog…it's over."

Nash shook her head, "Some things are never over."

Tony rolled up his sleeves and said, "Oh no? Take me back with you, I'll straighten things out all right…it'll be over for sure when I'm through."

"You're not going to hit my mother, Montana," Nash said protectively.

"No?" Tony asked playfully. "No," he repeated seriously after seeing the determined look on Nash's face. That was a look he knew too well from his days back in Cuba, guys used to give him that look when he noticed their sisters. It was a look that with no words required very easily said 'stay away from her or I will hurt you in ways you won't recover'. "I jus' wish there was something I could do to help with her," Tony said.

"Don't worry about it," Nash said, "enough about my life…how was the wedding?"

"Oh it was great, Elvie was beautiful…Gina was a doll…and they…and I…well…come on, I'll show you."

With that, Tony had her by the arm and he was taking her down to the moat, and they went over a small bridge and Tony showed her the tiger.

"She's beautiful…where'd you get her?" Nash asked.

"India."

"What's her name?"

"Diamond."

"She's a real beauty…I'll bet one day she has good looking babies too," Nash said, "speaking of which…you and Elvira still planning to have kids of your own?"

"Of course…and if things between us keep going like last night…then I don't think we'll have to wait long," Tony grinned.

"Yeah well…the day she says she's late, you let me know," Nash told him as they headed back over the bridge.

"Late for what?" Tony asked.

"Pregnant, Tony."

"Oh…"

Nash shook her head, "I can't wait to see you as a father…I can just see it now, as soon as Elvira is through screaming at you and calling you names, you'll probably be running around the hospital shaking everybody's hands and handing out cigars."

Tony laughed at the idea, "you think so?"

Tony turned and looked at Nash and saw a dreamy look in her eyes, as if she really was looking forward to it, but also in her eyes, Tony saw something else, what he'd most likely refer to as pain.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah…I was just thinking, in a few years when I die, at least I can tell my brother that his death was avenged. He'll like that."

"Yeah, I bet he…" then realization hit Tony about something Nash said. A few years?

"I have to get going…I wouldn't want Elvira to look out here and think you're having an affair…or worse, she may think I'm your kid," Nash told him.

Tony guessed he could wait until later in the day to ask Nash what was going on. "Where are you going to be today?" Tony asked.

"Here…there…nowhere…all around basically," she explained, "why?"

"Later…if I find you, I want to talk to you again," Tony said.

"Sure, Tony…goodbye," Nash turned around and walked down the property, down the driveway, and down the street until finally Tony couldn't see her anymore.

After she was gone, Tony decided to go back to the house before Elvira woke up and found him gone, although the entire time he headed back, one thing stayed in his mind and he couldn't get rid of it. A few years?

Author's note: The scene with the tiger and the wedding cake wasbased on a scenefrom the book, "Scarface", by Paul Monette, based on the movie.