"I'll pay extra for that," Romeo said, grinning as Violet came back into the room. "Thanks for playing along."
"Oh, not at all. I do enjoy virgins, just not that kind," she said inscrutably. Romeo did not want to know what kind she meant.
She chuckled, "I had you figured wrong, I thought you were a stick in the mud last time you came here."
He shook his head adamantly, "Oh you had me figured just right. I am a stick in the mud, I just owed that kid some grief. You know, of course, that he is most definitely a virgin?"
"Never fear, he'll be in capable cherry pickin' hands with Laurabelle – that is, if he doesn't lose his load gawkin' at her through the mirror. She puts on a nice little show."
She draped herself delicately over a mauve velvet chair, pulled a lacy fan out of her pocket and began to fan her face lightly, smiling at him. "And what can I do for you this evening?"
Romeo shrugged. "I'd be happy to see Dolly again."
She tsked, and shook her head. "I'm sorry to disappoint you, she's no longer under my employ." She went on fanning herself, her face completely neutral.
Romeo was disappointed. "Huh. That's too bad, she was okay. She quit?"
Madame Violet shrugged, "These girls are all flighty, it's just their nature. If they were solid and steady, they'd have husbands and tidy little houses on the other side of town."
Romeo watched her eyes with a growing feeling of unease, he wasn't sure why, but he felt like she was lying.
"Do you know where she went?"
She closed her fan slowly and rose to her feet without concern. "One day she was here, the next day she was gone, and everything she owned along with her. As well as a few things she didn't own, I might add."
She sauntered toward the hallway. "I'll just go set your little friend up with Laurabelle, and then you can take a peek at the other girls. I'm sure you can find one to make do with, seeing as your tastes are so straightforward."
Her words had their intended effect, and Romeo was left feeling embarrassment at the idea that he'd been... what? Tattled on? Exposed? He found himself suddenly angry with Dolly, he'd assumed he could trust that he wouldn't be talked about. The whole thing left a bad taste in his mouth, and he decided to tell Violet to forget it when she came back. He'd just wait for Slappy and drive them back to the motel. He was no longer in the mood.
One Trick Pony
For the last fifteen or so years I've been living with a bunch of dead guys at a motel in West Texas. Like the characters in my stories, I'd really like to move on, see the world, go places. But I'm just like them. Anchored by love, worn down by circumstances and fascinated by how much there really is underneath it all. So I keep writing their stories and tell myself that someday, when I've got this all out of my system, I'll write deep, meaningful literature about... something else. In the meantime, this is a place for the short attention spanned. I'm making a commitment to keep it small here. Flash fiction and scenes from the life inspired by, The Bella Vista Motel.
Thanks for reading.