FS. He swore on his mother's grave, but then he swore on just about everything.
NS. Margaret had a habit of spitting, and it was getting on his nerves.
NS. "If you don't take chances," said the man in the striped pajamas. "You might as well not be alive."
Trouble with Tony
He swore on his mother's grave, but then he swore on just about everything.
"It doesn't matter," his friend was saying. "Your word is useless to."
"C'mon, Jacob. 300 bucks. I'll make it up to you. I'll pay back every penny. I swear on my father's grave."
Jacob scowled at him. "Your father isn't even dead. For that matter, neither is your mother. You can't swear on the grave of someone who isn't even dead."
"They will be," Kyle muttered under his breath.
"What do you need the money for anyway?"
"Just trying to pay off a loan."
"You could say that."
Jacob eyed Kyle suspiciously. "Who do you owe?"
There was no sence hiding it from Jacob. He had just opened his mouth to answer when the little bell above the door dinged. They both turned to look. Kyle grimaced inwardly as Margaret sauntered in. Her too big jeans were muddy where they draped over her tennis shoes. Her t-shirt looked like it had been slept in. She waved as she joined them.
"Am I interrupting anything?"
At least she had the decency to admit she might be interrupting. She cleared her throat and spat, nearly missing the trash. She had a habit of spitting and it was getting on Kyle's nerves.
"I was just telling Jacob about a little conversation I had with Toni Spinelzi the other day."
Jacob's eyes grew wide. Margaret's jaw dropped.
"Are you in trouble?" Her eyes searched him. "Do you need money?"
"No, no," he said hastily. Margaret was the last person he would borrow money from.
"Toni's bad news. My cousin lost three fingers in a business deal with Toni." Her eyes flew to his prematurely supposing the worst. He quickly stuffed his hands in his pockets. Margaret grabbed a napkin from the nearest table and spread it out on the counter between them.
"We're going to need a plan if you don't want to end up with a horse between your sheets."
"It wasn't a whole horse," Jacob interjected. "It was just the head."
Margaret ignored the comment. "Toni lives over by the Northside Condos. I'll wait over here." She was scribbling furiously on the napkin. "And one of you will sneak to his house and slash his tires."
"What?! No!" Kyle lunged for her napkin, balling it in his fist. "We're not slashing any tires or I'm gonna owe him more money."
Margaret looked unaffected. She had already reached for another napkin. "Toni takes his meals at the Wellington Diner. One of the cooks there owes me a favor. If I can get him to slip..."
"What? Poison?" Kyle looked over his shoulder, suddenly sure their conversation was being heard.
Margaret wasn't out of ideas. "I've got a friend, really big guy. Maybe I could get him to talk to Toni."
"This isn't working. It's completely outrageous. You are outrageous."
"If you don't take chances," Margaret said with conviction. "You might as well not be alive"