Above Ground. Don Easton

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      East Hastings was swarming with a variety of the drug addicts, low-level dealers, pimps, muggers, and prostitutes who laid claim to the area. Drug overdoses, murders, and AIDS took a severe toll, but the population continued to grow.

      Jack felt dirty just walking into the Black Water Hotel. Even the regulars considered it a dirty, dangerous place. I’ll be showering tonight as soon as I get home. Maybe after the first shower, Natasha will join me for the second...

      The place had not changed any since last year. Pot lights marked a stage in the centre of the bar where a stripper was performing. She wore only a variety of tattoos and stood gyrating her crotch against a pole that ran up to the black ceiling before disappearing amongst the broken cardboard tiles. She didn’t have much of an audience.

      Jack sauntered to the rear of the bar where the pool tables were located. He didn’t see Spider but did recognize the face of someone he had continually lost money to when he played pool last year. The man recognized him and was eager to continue making money.

      The waitress came along a few minutes later. She also recognized him but didn’t know his name. “Hey! Mister Kokanee, right?” she said.

      Jack smiled. Like most waitresses, she knew her clients by what they drank.

      “Haven’t seen ya around for a while.” she said.

      “Ya, you know. Been travelling around the world. Staying in my penthouse suites as I go.”

      The waitress laughed, then said, “Good one. You’ll be able to drop me a tip then.”

      Halfway through losing at pool, Jack casually asked if Spider had been around.

      “Was here about an hour ago, don’t know where he went.”

      Jack continued to sip beer and continued to lose at pool. Numerous hookers made eye contact with him but a subtle shake of his head indicated he wasn’t interested. His mind drifted to what Elvis had told him about Leitch’s contact in the park. Is Leitch playing both sides? Wanting to represent the Indos and the bikers? Dangerous territory for a lawyer to be in.

      Spider did not return and it was long past midnight when Jack arrived home. Natasha was sleeping so he quietly slipped into the shower. When he stepped out to reach for a towel, she was standing in the doorway wearing a fluffy white bathrobe. “Remember me?” she asked.

      “You sort of look familiar. Did you follow me home from the Black Water?”

      “Noooo. Guess again.”

      “Your face is familiar, but I’m not sure. Maybe if I was to see a little more of you.”

      “Like this?” said Natasha, slipping the robe off her shoulders and letting it droop to reveal the tops of her breasts.

      “Exactly ... but I still can’t quite put my finger on it.”

      The bathrobe fell around her feet and Jack took a moment to reflect upon how beautiful she was ... and how lucky I am that she loves me.

      “Perhaps you can’t put your finger on it,” said Natasha, “but it would appear that another part of your body is rising to the challenge.”

      Their bed was only a few steps away, but it was a few steps too far. They made love on Natasha’s bathrobe. When they were finished, Natasha snuggled in with her head on Jack’s chest. He covered her with part of her robe, and then they both fell asleep.

      In the morning Natasha put on a pot of coffee. She did not have to be at work until after lunch. She was pleased that she had convinced Jack to spend the morning with her.

      Jack walked into the kitchen and used the phone to call Danny. Susan answered and said that Danny was in the shower.

      “Tell him that we’re not starting work until one-thirty today,” said Jack.

      “Great. I’ve got shopping to do and he can look after Tiff and Jimmy for me.”

      “You say he’s in the shower?” said Jack, loud enough for Natasha to notice. “Hang on, I should let you speak with Natasha. She’ll tell you what you should do when he gets out.”

      “Jack! Damn it!” said Natasha, as Jack tried to pass her the phone. “No! You are such a turkey!”

      “A turkey?” Jack started to laugh, then said, “If I’m a turkey, then so are you for marrying me!”

      It had been too long, decided Natasha, since she had seen him laugh. She laughed as well. Not so much over what Jack said, but simply because their life seemed normal again ... at least for now.

      They had a leisurely breakfast and Jack told Natasha about his visit with Holly yesterday and her response to what he had told her.

      “Now you know it’s not your fault,” commented Natasha.

      “Part of my brain tells me that. Sometimes another part makes me question the consequences of what I do.”

      “You do what you think is right. You weren’t born with crystal balls ... thank heavens.”

      Jack smiled and said, “I know. Things just don’t turn out as I plan sometimes. I need to think more about potential consequences.”

      “How about the potential consequences of another shower?”

      It was mid-afternoon when Elvis arrived and motioned for Jack and Danny to follow him to Louie’s office.

      Elvis ignored Louie’s greeting СКАЧАТЬ