“I’ve always wanted to know if Eddie was even close to the promise of Eddie ‘cause the promise of Eddie is seriously shit-hot.” Al y said.
I thought about Eddie. I thought about Mom leaning against Eddie. I thought about Eddie getting so angry on my behalf he’d punch out Bachelor Number One and throw my behalf he’d punch out Bachelor Number One and throw a phone into a margarita pitcher. I thought about Eddie’s hands and mouth on me. I thought about Eddie moving inside me. I thought about Eddie in the shower. I thought about being tucked up against Eddie on the couch.
I sighed, deep and huge.
Indy turned back in her seat, “I think that’s enough said.”
“You got that right, sister,” Al y agreed.
*
We arrived at the table, which was somewhere I didn’t know and somewhere I never wanted to go again. I just knew it was in the back of a seriously not-trendy bar and up some barely-lit stairs that didn’t smel good. Daisy knocked on a closed door and when the big guy opened it, he didn’t look happy to see her. Then he hid it and was al smiles. “Daisy!” he said.
“Got a game goin’, Butch?” she asked.
“Sure Daisy,” Butch said.
“Room for me?” she asked.
“Always room for you, Daisy.” Then his eyes came to Indy, Al y and I and I wondered why he ended everything he said with “Daisy”.
“Those are just my girls, they’re not gonna play, just watch.”
He shuffled his feet. “I’m not sure about that Daisy,” he said.
“Where I go, my girls go.” She pushed in and I had to admire her even though she scared the shit out of me.
He was twice her size, which put him much tal er than al of us. I didn’t know about pushing into a room where I wasn’t wanted but Daisy was in and we had no choice but to fol ow.
We al traipsed in (at this point the Daisy-ettes) and sweet, Tinkly-Bel Laugh Daisy was al gone. This was Serious Kick-Butt Daisy.
“Boys,” she said, scanning the table.
The men at the table stared at her.
Then they stared at us.
They weren’t happy.
It wasn’t exactly Brad Pitt teaching wannabe megastars how to play poker in Ocean’s Eleven. It was dirty, smoky, smel ed of sweat and I didn’t like the idea of my Dad hanging out in such places, night after night. The thought of it was just plain sad.
They finished their game, found a chair and Daisy sat; Butch giving her chips when she gave him a rol of cash. My eyes bugged out when I saw the rol of cash but she turned to me and I saw her hair move in a “no” and I just stopped myself from giving out a little scream.
Indy, Al y and I stood quiet several feet away from the table. No one talked, it was al about the cards. Daisy folded for her first hand. She got beat on a bluff her second.
She won huge on her third.
While they were dealing the fourth, she spoke to the man at her side.
“Where’s Ray tonight?” she asked, calm as you please, like Dad was a frequent guest at dinner parties.
“Don’t know,” he mumbled, not looking at her.
“Marcus is lookin’ for him,” she said and the guy shrunk into himself.
“Thought he’d taken care of his thing with Marcus,” another guy said.
“This is a new thing,” Daisy replied.
“Ray’s a dumb fuck,” a different man said.
Now, I might have been mad at my Dad, but I didn’t like hearing someone cal him a dumb fuck. I tensed, visualizing my stun gun in my hand and Daisy, in mother bear mode, slid her eyes to me and her hair did another negative shake.
Daisy turned to Dumb Fuck Guy, “You know where he is tonight?”
“If he was smart, he’d be in Argentina. Since he’s not, he’s sittin’ a table somewhere.” His eyes met Daisy’s, “And no, I don’t know where.”
Daisy folded the next hand and lost huge (and I think on purpose) on the next. Then she got up, motioned to us and cashed out with Butch. We left the room and none of us said good-bye. They didn’t mind us being impolite.
We bel ied up to the bar down below, ordered drinks and stood there trying to ignore the stares we were getting.
“Can I just say, you are the shit,” Al y said to Daisy.
Indy and I nodded.
Tinkly-Bel Laugh Daisy was back.
“Thanks, Sugar,” she giggled.
“Did you lose that last hand on purpose?” I asked.
She nodded, “Not good form to go out a big winner, not if I don’t want to make trouble for my Marcus.” I had to admit, it was true, she was the shit. She knew everything.
“We stil don’t know where Jet’s Dad is,” Indy pointed out.
Okay, maybe not everything.
Daisy knocked back her vodka rocks.
“We ain’t done yet, neither.”
Off we trooped to the Mustang and Daisy gave Al y more directions. We hit a bar on Colfax, deep on Colfax, in a zone I’d never been to before.