June 18, 1933
Shaking off nightmares and bad dreams were part of Tommy's morning routine. It wouldn't subside from any amount of comfort or romantic activity before sleep. He'd accepted this years ago... only one woman ever brought the dreams and terrors to a halt... but she was gone now—he accepted that too.
He shook it off. Continued.
He picked up his bathrobe. There weren't too many apartment buildings in the big city that had a bathroom built into each room. It was well worth the extra cash to wake up and not have to wait in line for a cold shower.
"Good morning, sleepyhead." Catarina stood at the little table, wearing a fluffy bathrobe, pouring coffee into a small cup.
"Morning." he responded. "Didn't think you'd be sticking around this late in the a.m."
"Yeah." She looked down sheepish. "About last night... You know I- Well, I'm really not the kinda girl who usually does- what I did."
Tommy mimed locking his mouth shut. "My lips are sealed." he tossed the invisible key. "Though I can't say the same for Nicky." worry widened her eyes "I'll talk to him. If he talks I'll toss his mattress out the window."
Catarina smiled. "Thanks." kissed his cheek and slipped into the bathroom.
"Hey."
"I have to hurry and doll up for work, I'll be quick as a fox! Promise!" wink.
Door closed before he could protest. "Dames."
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Later outside the apartment building...
"Need a ride?"
"And give the dirty Janes something to talk about? No Thanks."
Sirens echo in the distance.
Tommy checked the time. "A little early for a heist."
"Could be a fire engine."
Shrug. "As long as they don't parade across my route, I ain't worried about it." Blowing her a teasing kiss, "Be seeing ya, Kitty Cat."
The old biddies on the bench enjoying the show.
Tommy passed by the morning commotion —a little coupe crashed into the corner street light. A pretty little mess calling on everyone's attention. Whoever was high behind the wheel was already being hauled off in the meat wagon.
"Alright, let's shake a leg, fellas!" Tommy beat the horn.
HONK! HONK!
Minutes later, he pulled up to the Maggio's in-city mansion.
"Mornin', ya mugs." he greeted the boys at the door.
"It's noon, ya mook. "
Chuckle. "I always knew you were smarter than you looked." he entered the mansion.
Tommy was getting ready to remove his coat and fedora when Vic called from the stairs, "Don't bother. I'm finished here. Let's go." Vic grabbed his own fedora and coat, walked out the door.
Tommy right behind.
"That old wolf," Vic slammed the car door shut. "He's getting ready to kick the bucket any day now, and yet he goes on like he'll still be running the outfit from the ol' family crypt. I oughta threaten to put his corpse 6 feet under right here in this city if he doesn't start handing over those reins. He wants me to lead this family racket, but he sure has a funny way of showing his confidence in me." He raked his hand through his hair. Frustrated, "I need a
stiff drink."
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Through Time Again
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