Dead Souls PT 2

Where figures from the past stand tall,
And mocking voices ring the halls…

CH 4

Bette Porter offered to send me back to Florida. She thought maybe having a little talk with me would motivate me. Change my ways…her cute insight into how I felt…well let’s just say it was a swing and a miss. We sit in silence in her living room. She looked at me with mild amusement. I ask her what’s so funny.

“So….what’s so funny?”

“I can see what Carmen saw in you.” She says

So I lean in closer sitting on the other side of the couch.

“Yeah what’s that?”

“You are….very cool. Like the cool kid in the back of the class…take no shit…leave no prisoners…you know cool…”

“So you called me all the way out ot L.A to tell me how cool I am?”

“No….I am trying to do you a favor. I told you things are not the way they were when you left.”

“How’s that…there’s no Havoc…there’s no Curt, my boy Mark is dead…”

“Yes…but…”

“Come on fancy lady tell me why I am really here?”

I move over closer to her. Her fancy perfume way to heavy for my taste. But I really liked the idea of messing with her.

“So tell me….what was Carmen really like?”

“I….I don’t know what you mean?”

“When you seduced her…what was she like…you know…warm…sweet…Was she a hellcat?…That’s what I use to call her. She liked it..that nickname.”

“I don’t see how that is relevenat to…”

We are face to face now. I could kiss her if I wanted to but I don’t.

“…Shane?”

“Yes…”

“She was warm…and smart…and we ended bad. And a while went by and then she met Helena. And then I didn’t see too much of her. Then Helena was killed and she was never the same.”

She gets up and goes to pour herself a drink. I watch as she hits the bottle hard. I think this chic has a drinking problem…then again I shouldn’t talk. She runs her hands thru her wavy hair. She looks like she wants to talk some more. She looks over at me realizing that maybe she should have offered me a drink. She makes the motion as if to ask if I wanted one. I nod yes. She walks the drink over to me personally. Her hand grazes mine as she hands me the glass.