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hopped a plane and showed up in this hellhole.”
    “I’ve still never seen any diamond.”
    He leaned down until our noses were almost touching. “Find it,” he said, blowing hot CornNuts breath in my face. He had a jagged scar down his right cheek, cutting right through his oily mustache. I didn’t want to think about how he got that scar. He continued, “Find the diamond, deliver it back to us and maybe you and your kid will stay alive. You got two days.”
    Before I could respond, they picked me up by my arms and the elastic waistband of my boxers and tossed me out of the van and onto the sidewalk butt-first.
     
     
    ***
     
     
    At seven a.m. on the dot, I went inside the bathroom and turned on the shower full blast. I sat down on the edge of the tub and twiddled my thumbs.
    I didn’t have to twiddle long. It’s like a thing with Vivian. Every time I get in the shower, she comes in to pee and flushes away all my cold water. We’ve argued about it several times, but she can’t understand why I’d care. So, I knew if I wanted to talk to her all I had to do was turn on the shower.
    Right on cue, she walked in, shut the door and saw me sitting on the edge of the tub.
    “Morning,” she said, pulling down her panties and plopping down on the toilet.
    “Where’s the diamond?” I said, cutting to the chase.
    She peed for a while, scrutinizing the towels hanging in front of her. When she pulled at the toilet paper, I asked again, more forcefully, “Where’s the diamond, Vivian?”
    She still didn’t look at me. “What movie did you watch last night?” she asked, grinning.
    I leaned forward with my elbows on my knees and stared at her hard until she looked me in the eye. “It was a mobster movie,” I said. “All about this godfather Mafia guy named Cheech Perelli. His wife steals a diamond from him and runs away. She hooks up with a nice, unassuming woman and has a baby with her. But the movie gets really interesting, see, when Cheech sends his guys after the diamond. They bug the house with cameras and microphones. Park their van right outside the house and threaten to kill her and the baby unless the diamond finds its way back home. They give her two days to live.”
    Vivian pooched out her bottom lip, deep in thought. She took her time wiping and then pulling her panties back up. “How’d the movie end?” she asked.
    “I don’t know,” I replied. “I didn’t see the end.”
    “I hope it was a happy ending,” she said, picking her panties out of her crack. “I hate those movies where everyone dies.”
    She opened the door and said, “I’ll get Georgia ready. Let’s go out for breakfast. I’m craving pancakes.”
     
     
    ***
     
     
    Vivian was decked out in full arsenal with her tits aimed right at me. High heels, short skirt, intoxicating perfume, the works. She must’ve thought she was going to blindside my anger with a tit ambush.
    Her feminine wiles didn’t work.
    We scooted into a booth at IHOP and ordered without looking at menus. I got Georgia all settled into a high chair. She’d been sitting up on her own since she was four months old. I popped a binky in her mouth and gave her a teething ring for entertainment, which she promptly started banging on her table.
    Viv and I hadn’t spoken a word since the bathroom. I finally sliced through the silence. “So, Mrs. Perelli, got anything else you’ve been hiding from me?”
    She leaned forward and placed her tits out on display. I put my imaginary blinders on and didn’t give her the satisfaction of even a glance. However, Georgia did see them. Which meant she stuck out her fat little fingers and wiggled them in a gimme gesture, straining to reach them, squealing something that sounded a lot like “Tee-tee, tee-tee!”
    “I swear to God, I don’t know who’s worse, you or her,” Vivian said as she picked her tits back up and crossed her arms over her chest.
    With her tits properly stowed both Georgia and I went back to