Saul
receives the news with nonchalance. He is after all Saul Brown, head of the
brothers and the coolest dude in town.
‘The
Man is all bullshit, he hasn’t got the balls to take on The Brothers on our own
turf. Relax Fats and give us a tune. You did good.’
It is
a relief to sit at the piano, it is what I do best. I am not cut out to be a
wise guy. I play some rags and Saul smiles contentedly sipping his mint tea.
Big Sal has gone to her room, as I have paid for her for the day, she can relax
without having to go to work. I may join her later when I feel the need to rest
my head on something soft. It is early evening and the place is filling up. The
piano is in the lounge area where the Johns peruse the girls before getting
their rocks off. I am privy to all this from my vantage point under the stairs.
The house caters for all tastes. The clientele is mostly black with a few
Hispanics and the odd white guy with a taste for the exotic. Saul or one of his
crew keep a watch over all to see it that it runs smoothly. No aggression
towards the girls is tolerated. There is an atmosphere of calm in the house. A
haven from the realities of life
****************
No comments:
Post a Comment