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Back to Vegas, Part Two (Suspense, Fiction)
July 6, 2011 - Burt Angeli
"You did what?"
Oslo wasn't happy with my "Mr. Nice Guy" gesture.
Barbie and her daughter, Bianca, needed a safe place to stay. They were in Las Vegas for a major junior tennis tournament and wanted to avoid Barbie's ex and Bianca's father, Rick, as much as possible.
He didn't know the meaning of a restraining order. Barbie figured a Vegas residence, rather than a hotel, would give them better security.
They would worry about the tennis courts later.
"We won't even know they're there, O. They just need a place to stay. What's the harm?"
We piled into a cab.
"We're off to Greengrove Blvd.," I said with a grin that was met with a smile from Barbie.
Oslo and Bianca looked glumly out the cab windows until our arrival. Oslo's place had some charm including a swimming pool, hot tub and well stocked refrigerator.
Greengrove's three bedrooms meant yours truly was on the living room couch. I was just getting comfortable with a beer and a Robert B. Parker book when Barbie came out of the bathroom.
She was wearing a U.S. Open T-shirt and apparently nothing else.
"I can't thank you and Oslo enough for your hospitality," she said while tracing a finger down my leg. "This junior tennis tournament means the world to Bianca. If there's anything I can do for you?"
I usually only sweat in the Vegas heat. But this was in air-conditioned comfort. Barbie moved a bit closer and I was prepared to caution her that my wedding band meant something.
She looked ready to make a move until Bianca barged in.
"Mother. Can we talk?"
They moved to a bedroom and closed the doors. They yelled at each other for a few minutes until Bianca left for her room.
And Barbie never returned to the couch.
I thought about calling my bride Ravenna, now in the midst of a pub crawl through Ireland with her sisters.
"Nah, she won't believe this one." …
(To be continued)
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