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Excerpt from "Where All Our Dreams Come True": His arthritic knee caused Terry Haze to groan as he moved onto his side in the bed. This to ogle his girlfriend, Betty Abaya, who was standing and shimming out of the funky sweats she slept in. "What time is this thing?” In her cut off T and panty, she stood in profile to the mirror over the dresser, her hand patting her still flat stomach. "Two o’clock,” he yawned and stretched. “They figure it might get some play on the late afternoon news.” “And who’s on the program?” “Besides Nina?” “Yeah, besides that stuck up ho,” Abaya snorted. “Oh, sorry, stuck up old ho.” Haze chuckled, shaking his head. “Remember Dan Scott?” She looked over at him, searching her memory. “He played the cop with the eye-patch in that show, Street...” she trailed off. “Street Heat,” Haze finished for her. “He’ll be there and the son and daughter of Dallas Reeves, who played the female gunslinger in those movies.”Abaya was bent over looking in the dresser for clean clothes. Haze enjoyed the view. She straightened up, clutching garments and shaking them at him as she talked. “And why the hell aren’t you on the program, Terry? They got a goddamn statue of you in there too.” Haze sat on the side of the bed, massaging his knee. “Maybe I don’t want to remind anybody of the me then.”Abaya sat beside him. Her lavender-nailed fingers gripping his unshaven jaw, she made kissy face at him. “You were fine, honey. Had all them groupies lined up backstage to take your pick. Two at once sometimes, huh?” “Then you mean.” He scratched graying whiskers. There was too many gaps from those years, his memory robbed by the infamous duo of booze and coke. “Shit changes, baby.” She bounded up to take her shower. Haze proned on his back. What if he just gobbled down a couple of Vicodin and let the day mellow away? “No, I suppose not,” he lamented, sitting up again. “Hey, pops,” Abaya called from the bathroom, the water going, “think you can handle going a round in the morning?” Haze was already out of his boxers and tossing off his tattered T with a fading Daredevil on it, and damn near slipped on the tiles he was so eager. “Careful now,” Abaya teased, pushing open the glass door to let him in. Haze stepped under the invigorating spray and into her embrace, gingerly. |
