Making the Break (Beating the Biker 2)

“Open up, you liquor thief!”

“The door’s unlocked,” Chrissy rasped.

Her sister Gloria slammed the door as she swung it open. “You stole my tequila?”

“I’ll buy you a new bottle.”

“That’s not the point. You shouldn’t touch my stuff.”

Chrissy pulled her pillow to her face and buried her head in it. “Oh, for shit’s sake. Grow up!” The pillow muffled her voice and abruptly Gloria tugged it away.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing! Fuck! Everything. I have to get ready for work. What are you doing awake at 5:15?”

“I just got home. Marcus dropped me off.”

“Lucky girl,” said Chrissy weakly.

“Hey, who ran over your chassis?”

“Never mind.”

“How did things work out with Saks?”

“They didn’t,” moaned Chrissy.

“What happened?” Gloria’s alarmed screech split Chrissy’s head open an inch further.

“Please,” winced Chrissy. “Can you not yell?”

“I wasn’t yelling.”

Maybe her sister wasn’t yelling, but it felt like it. “Whatever.” She huffed and rolled onto her back. “Anyway, Grandpa found out he was the wrong type of Rocco and called off the deal.”

“What the hell? What does that even mean?”

“It means, baby sister, that Grandpa’s love life when he was a young buck spilled over into my love life.”

“You’re making no sense. Are you still drunk? And it’s not your love life that’s ruined, by the way. It’s mine.”

“Yes. It’s all about you, sis.” Chrissy pushed out of bed and stumbled past Gloria.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Shower. Then work.”

“Not until you tell me what’s going on.”

“Tell you what,” said Chrissy, patting Gloria’s shoulder dismissively. “You go talk to Grampy Pandy and find out the story of how Saks’ grandfather stole his girl from him.”

“Fuck,” said Gloria. “That happened?”

“Yeah.”

“No wonder he hates them. But wait. He married Granny Celeste.”

“He had to marry someone. There are just some people you don’t get over even if you’re married.”