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done has been for you and you’d better remember that. Who do you think the police would believe, me or a bar running whore?” He pushed a struggling Mona down unto the bed and kissed her on the mouth. She bit him but he laughed and pushed himself on her, keeping her in a chokehold while he forced himself on her. She found herself aroused and responded to his willful thrusting. Soon they were both in ecstasy as Mona opened up to her lover turned murderer. She loved him and Sugar Doll would have to go.

     
    “I’m worried about the crowds.” Marsalas complained to Tony.
    “What’s better than hiding in plain sight?” The bar is pulling the kind of money that would provide a perfect cover from the cops.” Tony smiled.
    “Yeah, but what about the FBI?” Marsalas asked.
    “The operation is too small for their interest.” Tony shrugged as he drank down his scotch.
    “What about Mona?” Marsalas asked.
    “She doesn’t know anything. I keep her in the dark about things. She’s just happy that I let her run the place.” Tony smiled.
    “Never think that a woman is stupid.” Marsalas advised.
    “I make sure that I take care of the books myself. I have it under lock and key.” Tony assured him.
    “Keep it that way.” Marsalas still looked skeptical. He walked to the door. Tony followed him relieved that he’d dropped the matter.

     
    Big Ma stood on the top step as the huge white Cadillac pulled into the yard. A fresh summer rain had just started following days of stifling heat. Big Ma looked on with dismay as her oldest child got of the passenger side of the car dressed in a bright gold dress and heels. She opened the backdoor and pulled a crying Sugar Doll out of the backseat.
    “Mama, I want to stay with you. Don’t leave me Momma, I’ll be good.” Mona grabbed the seven year old and pulled her alongside her as she approached the white house with green piping. “Tony get her suitcase.” Tony got out of the car dressed in a suit. He went to the trunk to get the case. Mona approached the house. “Hey Momma! How you doing?”
    “C’mon here honey. Come by grandma. I’ve got some nice home cooked food for you and a pie in the oven.” Big Ma said to Sugar Doll, avoiding Mona. The little girl clung on to hermother. “I want to stay with you!” Mona pushed her away, “Go on now, go with Big Ma, she’ll take good care of you.” Big Ma took Sugar Doll’s hand. C’mon baby, now you don’t remember me, but I remember you and you’ll be good company for me. Now come on inside with Mom. Sugar Doll looked into the plump kindly face, which stared down at her and saw the pity in them and the tears in her eyes. She released her mother and went with the older woman. “Go on inside and look at the room I’ve fixed up for you. I’ll be there in a minute.”
    A little pudgy boy stood across the ditch. “Who is that Big Ma?” He shouted.
    “That’s your cousin, Sugar Doll. Come over here and get her suitcase from this white man and bring it inside. Go and introduce yourself Bertrand. I just baked a nice pie for ya’ll.” Big Ma turned back to Mona.
    Bertrand passed the glamorous woman staring, “Are you a movie star?” Mona smiled at him, but Big Ma answered him, “No son, this is your cousin Mona, my oldest daughter, now go on and get that case real quick or I’ll change my mind about giving you a piece of that pie.” Bertrand was a rotund boy but he moved quickly after that. He walked by carrying the case in front of him easily.
    Big Ma eyed him until he went inside. “Well Mona, you sure beat all. You’re throwing away your little girl like she was a puppy to give away. And for what? This white man here? He don’t care nothing about you and you too stupid to know it. What’s those marks around your neck?”
    Mona covered her neck with her collar. “Now Momma, we talked before I came here and you said that it was okay. If you’ve changed your mind I can take her back.”
    “The hell you