Act
Seven
Scene
One
Sub-Scene
Three
I
was fucked.
Elliot
sat on the porch of the hut they rented at the beach, overlooking the sea and
the strong breeze that blew from the sea. It was not his call to get the place,
but the trio who accompanied him had the final choice. He had traveled to
Egypt; they all called it that name, although it was neither the name of the
city nor the district.
“Are
you looking for Egypt?” The toll collector had responded to their query for
directions. “Take a right after five miles and proceed on till you see the
swamps. Then you ask directions from there. Be careful when you drive on those
roads. I would not suggest you speed, or you might end up in the water. Them
alligators do not prefer on their diet; they just chomped your leg first or
your pelvis.”
Albert
thanked the toll collector, who had a protruding hair piece that looked like a
pecan pie, wrongly baked with the insides protruding out.
"You
should be smart there, and do not do any rubbernecking there. They might just
get it removed faster than you can say no to them.” The guy there swung his
ascent to the southern drawl. “Me? I am going to Memphis soon, but golly, they
need a fresh dose of music there.”
“What’s
his name there?” Castella asked.
“I
did not ask. The way he pressed to the window makes me think of Lucille when we
did it in the shower.”
“I
thought it was Grace Nelly.” Castella said.
“No,
it was not.” Albert defended his choice of who was in the shower and almost
collided with the alligator crossing the road. He swerved in time and avoided
the collision.
“That
was some fine driving you did.” Elliot, having lost his gall bladder, then
recovered in time to praise Albert.
“It
was that, or we get rubber-necked by others on the road.” Albert turned his
focus to the road. “And she was not Grace Nelly. With her, it was on the
rooftop.”
Chapin
was then stomping his feet and nodding his head vigorously.
“Shut
up, Chapin. You were not there.” Castella told the silent one.
“I
did, I saw, and I came.” Chapin's rare words made Elliot laugh for the first
time they met. Elliot was not smiling on the porch when he saw Albert seated
next to him on the porch.
“Why
are we here? Why can't we stay at the motel or even the homes?”
“Mr.
Ness, sir. If we did, by then, Egypt would know we were in their territory.
Here it is safer and more to it; we wanted to enjoy the sunset.”
“Just
curious, Albert. Who was it in the shower?” Elliot thought of starting a
conversation.
“It
was Patty Marianna Carli; she is Castella's ex-wife's sister. Not Lucille.
Patty was the one I married after Albert divorced his wife. We had a jolly
reunion at the wedding that day. Boy, was he fucked to see me married to his
ex-sister-in-law? His ex walked up to him and said that is ‘one lady you would
never get to fuck’. He cursed at her, and her beau punched Albert. Soon, we had
a rumble among the guys and some other drunken ladies, but it was fun.” Albert
laughed. “Chapin was there. He was charming, like an ape in a glass shop. He
swung his cane at everyone. He got Lucille after the ball that night.”
“I
am sure that was fun.” Elliot smiled. He had never had a wedding yet.
“The
fun was later when Grace and I were in the shower. There was Tabitha too.”
Albert smiled. “It was... earth-shattering.”
Elliot
was to challenge Albert for the lady’s name but declined. He was not to
disclose that he was still a virgin then.
“Ever
done that?” Albert asked.
“In
the... barn, and...”
“I
meant the wedding fight.”
“Nope.”
Elliot felt fucked then. He was saved by the timely arrival of Castella.
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