42| The final act

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The final act

"She was either wildly naive or dangerously intelligent"

"She was either wildly naive or dangerously intelligent"

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Alfie's POV

The bakery was dead most of the day
Which left me to piss the day away in the barrel room
I could have fucking given them all the day off with the mood I was in

I got her back
I got my fucking wife back. Finally
Everything was going to shit but here she was
With me. Forgiving me
After all the shit I put her through
As my song ended, I noticed him

Standing in the middle of the room like a fucking child
Waiting to be noticed. Cunt

"I always thought that opera was just fat people fucking shouting" I spoke up, making myself known
"Yeah? What do you think now?" He asked
He sounded the same
"I think the sound of a tenor in full passion reminds me of the crying out of Italian soldiers when they had my bayonet inside of them" I explained, putting the record away

It wasn't a lie. But I also liked it because it reminded me of my Dove
Of our perfect night... at least until that bitch interrupted us and ruined it.

"Ever since my own death, I have been somewhat haunted by it. Dear me..." I said, sitting down
I looked at him for the first time
Older. Uglier
Fucking irritating face

"Do not light that" I warned as he flicked his lighter
"No... were you not told of my condition?" I asked
He sat for a moment, before he shut it off, taking the cigarette from his mouth and putting it away

"It's been a while Alfie" he said instead
"Mm, it has indeed. Where did we last see each other Tommy?" I asked, feigning ignorance

"You know where" he answered, unfazed
"Down on the beach... pouring rain, you... running after my Mrs, declaring your love for her eh?" I thought aloud
"Alfie-"

"Turned you down thought didn't she? Tell you to pop off home-"
"Alfie-"
"And then she spent the night with me" I said, silencing him

"Spent many nights with me since eh?" I mused
"Yes. That was the last time we properly saw each other" Tommy agreed coldly

I cocked my head
"You know why you can't smoke in here? Do you?" I asked
"Because of your conditi-"

"Because I need to see clearly, very fucking clearly, especially now you've pulled my wife into even more deep fucking shit, ain't you?" I asked
He said nothing
"What? Do you sense weakness in the Israelite?" I asked

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