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Slamming the door shut, Henri tipped his hat at that fine looking
prosecutor from Juvvie Hall. Even wearing comfortable shoes, the ash blond stood
nearly eye-to-eye with a sweating Henri. She adjusted a pair of horn rim
glasses, peering in the dark tinted windows.
“Is Judge Harrison in there?”
Even with the blond hair in a severe knot on the back of her head
and that ugly suit she wore, she was still sweet. The glasses didn’t help
much, but Henri didn’t mind. The lady had silk-smooth legs that started at
trim feet and went all the way up to a
conservative gray miniskirt. No panty lines. No blotches or veins showed. Just
smooth, silken skin. Henri swallowed a lump in his throat so he could make room
for the drool. A faint pain in his ear made his mind leave off thoughts his
beloved wife would not approve of.
“Driver?”
“Oh, yes ma’am. He’s kind o’ out o’ sort right now.
Rough night, I guess.”
She frowned. “Well, tell him I’m so happy he’s changing.
Most of the children that come through court need a father figure.”
“Yes, ma’am. I’ll tell him that.”
Henri waited until she stalked away. He glanced at the hard
movement under her dress and almost whistled.
“You could crack walnuts with them things.”
His eyes widened and Henri shuddered.
“Sorry . . . I mean it. I am.”
The pain in his earlobe eased, and Henri slid into the car.
Harrison had the divider down and was jerking on the passenger side door handle.
Taking him by the back of the neck, Henri closed his door with a decisive crack.
“Sir, this area is for the hired help. For the slaves.” He
tossed the man over the back of the seat, and the judge crumpled on the floor.
Armed with a beacon that informed checkpoints who the passenger
was, the limousine rolled out of the city and into the forested countryside. For
the first time in years, Henri enjoyed the view.
Benny made Sue eat an entire hamburger and most of two hotdogs.
When she sighed, her eyelids drooping, he devoured most of the rest before
tossing the paper bag out for the cow to chew on.
The last piece was giving to Ama. She nibbled on it, the rheumy
eyes half closed in ecstasy.
“Mm. Good eating, that. Real chicken meat.”
Benny was staring at Sue’s frame and thinking the same thing.
Ama popped him in the arm. Any desires shot away leaving him cold and
frustrated.
“How long?”
“Before she can . . .” Ama scowled. “Again?”
“Before she can get out of bed,” he snapped, his face and eye
sullen.
“Oh, a few days yet. My baby is strong,” Ama said, giving
Benny’s face a gentle pinch. “Old JJ’s evil would o’ killed her, were
she not.” Ama moved to the window. “Church coming on. I’m going down the
block to the warehouse. Keep watch, boy, and none o’ your greazy anything on
my baby.”
Not looking at her, Benny nodded.
Ama rolled her wasted body from the room. Benny squatted on the
bed. Something touched him, and he almost jumped out of his skin. Sue’s hand
fumbled along his leg, and Benny took it. She sighed, smiling for him.
“Be a while, stranger,” she said. “I’m getting better,
though.”
A warm light shined into the darkness of his soul, and Benny
smiled.
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