A Dollar And Dream. Carl Weber

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      “What did you say? I know you ain’t say nothing about me,” I said.

      “I said shit around here ’bout to get real crazy and you motherfuckers better watch the fuck out. I’m getting tired of everyone around here’s mouth. And I better not find out any of y’all got that envelope.”

      “What is that supposed to mean?”

      “It means exactly what I said.” He looked at me like I’d stolen something. I didn’t know what he was talking about and didn’t want to know.

      I just looked him in his eyes and said, “You better not do nothing stupid.”

      He pushed the door so hard that it hit the other side of the building. I shook my head. That’s why I don’t do thugs. They’re more moody than a woman on her period.

      I didn’t even bother taking off my clothes when I got in my apartment. I just climbed in my bed and tried to sleep my bad luck away.

      8

      Paul

      I walked into Joe’s Liquor Store next to the Quick-Mart about quarter to nine, wearing a suit I just got out of the cleaners and carrying a dozen roses. I was about to head over to Kerri’s little get-together, but before I showed up I had to pick up the champagne she requested.

      “What’s up, Paul?” The owner smiled at me as if he was impressed. “Got a hot date?”

      “I don’t know how hot it is, but I’m hoping to get lucky. Let me have a bottle of Dom Perignon and a bottle of Moet.”

      “Wow, you goin’ all out, aren’t you? New suit, a dozen roses, a bottle of Dom Perignon and a bottle of Moet. Damn, who’s the lucky lady?”

      “You know Kerri from my building?”

      “You mean fine-ass Kerri? The one with the shape that looks like an old-fashioned Coke bottle?”

      “Yeah, that’s Kerri all right.” I smiled with pride.

      “You going out with her? How the hell did you pull that off? No offense, Paul, but isn’t she outta your league?”

      “I thought so, too,” I told him, “but when they call you up from the minors, you don’t say no. You take your ass up there and try to act like the big dogs. Hopefully you’ll impress somebody enough that they’ll keep you around.”

      “Well, I hope she keeps you around, Paul, ’cause I can’t think of a guy who deserves it more than you.”

      “If everything works out the way I plan, I’ll be around every night from now on.”

      “You go, boy. Hit that shit one time for me.” He laughed and I joined in. “Man, let me get your champagne out the fridge so you can be with that fine-ass woman.”

      Joe walked the short distance to the refrigerator and pulled out two bottles. He placed them on the counter then stepped over to his register.

      “You need a corkscrew with that, Paul?”

      “No, if she doesn’t have one, I’m sure I’ve got one at the house.”

      “All right. That’ll be one hundred sixty-seven twenty-eight.”

      “A hundred and sixty-seven dollars?” I snapped back at him. “That’s gotta be wrong.”

      He glanced at the register. “Nope, it’s right.”

      “Are you crazy? I could take five women out for that.”

      “Look, you were the one who said you wanted to hang with the big dogs. Big dog champagne costs seventy dollars a bottle and up.”

      “Are you serious?”

      “Yep.”

      “Well, what are the little dogs drinking these days?”

      “I’ve got some Andre’s over here for ten-ninety-nine. It may give you a hangover, but it’s champagne, and champagne’s champagne, if you ask me.”

      “Okay, then let me have six bottles of the Andre’s and we’ll see if we can make up for quality with quantity.”

      “That sounds good to me, but are you sure Miss Thing is gonna go for this?”

      “Don’t worry about Kerri. I got something for her.”

      Ten minutes later I was standing in front of Kerri’s door with a dozen roses in one arm and the champagne in the other. She was playing some nice jazz and I could hear people through the door in the background, most notably that loud-ass Jordan.

      I knocked on the door and Kerri answered, wearing a black strapless evening gown that showed off every curve of her hourglass figure.

      “Hey, Paul.” She smiled seductively and kissed me on the cheek.

      “Hi. Sorry I’m late.”

      “Oh, don’t worry about that. The fight doesn’t start for a good half hour.”

      “These are for you.” I handed her the flowers.

      “Oh, Paul, they’re lovely. Come on in.” She took hold of my arm and I walked into her apartment. “Everybody, Paul’s here and he’s brought champagne.”

      The crowd turned and everybody but Rodney smiled. Kerri placed the flowers in a vase, then turned to me. “Let me have the champagne, Paul, so I can put it on ice.”

      “Sure.” I handed her the bag.

      “Wow, this is heavy. You must have gotten more that two bottles.” She reached into the bag.

      “Yeah, I got six, but I didn’t get—” I didn’t have to finish my statement. Her eyes finished it for me.

      “What the fuck is this? This isn’t Dom or Moet,” she yelled. Everyone in the room turned toward me, and to say I was embarrassed was an understatement.

      “Yeah, I know. That stuff was eighty dollars a bottle. Why pay that much for something you’re gonna drink in half an hour? I could be loaning that money to Katrice so she won’t lose the building.”

      I smiled at Katrice, hoping she might come to my rescue, but after she glanced at Kerri she never said a word. Kerri’s face said it all. She was not a happy camper. Thank God Jordan put in his two cents.

      “I don’t give a damn how much it costs. Does it have alcohol in it?” Jordan asked.

      “Yeah,” I replied.

      “So what’s the problem? Crack them babies open. We’re not on Park Avenue. More like Broke Avenue up in here.” He took the bottle out of Kerri’s hand and it seemed like the party went back to normal, though Kerri basically ignored me for most of it.

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