Ms. Carlyle

Well it's turning out to be a horrible day. First those snooty men show up, now I'm going to have to deal with Scáth's temper when he comes back and sees the maggot in the cafe kitchen. I thought those men were alright at first, seemed proper business men with a genuine interest in our hooch; but now I sees they got pleasure on the mind too. Never mix the two I always say. How can he be so nice to that creature? As soon as I seen that I knew they were bad news. Yep, a horrible day indeed.

I hated her from the moment I met her. She doesn't deserve Scáth's affection or his attention. He needs a real woman, but I suppose it's more his choice than hers. Still, I wish she would just disappear like her mother did. I came to the farm the winter after she was gone. Apparently she offed herself, shot herself in the stomach she did. Well good riddance to bad rubbish. It was 1920, two years after Prohibition started. Scáth saw how much money was to be made in the business and she refused to allow the farm to be turned into such an operation. Far as I heard from Isaiah, they argued all the time about it. Guess she was sick of the fighting and decided to just be done with all of it, turning to the help of that shotgun. Guess she didn't think the little maggot was worth sticking around for neither. Poor Scáth's had to run this farm and raise that girl ever since. Poor man. But lucky for him, with her out of the way he could finally start this here business. Sometimes life works out. He hired me on to run the cafe in her stead and also head the speakeasy he was building underneath. My life's been swell ever since... except that damned girl. A burden is all she is; a smug, spoiled, skinny little burden. Ah, and that name. That awful Irish name! Who could pronounce it? It's about as ugly as she is, and that's really saying something.

Now, she's back cooking in the kitchen. He won't like that one bit. Told me never to allow it cause she's too much like her mother Kelly already; headstrong, wild, disobedient and refuses to learn her place. But what was I supposed to do, argue with the crime family? This keen deal may not be a good idea after-all. He'll have to deal with her being back there. We had better make as much off this offer as we're supposed to. As much and more. I better get something just dandy out of this for having to witness that disgusting exchange. Sickens me to see someone dote on her, she already has Scáth. She doesn't deserve him or any of this, the little maggot. I wish he'd see I'm useful in places beside the cafe...

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A very interesting chapter. I like the thoughts of Ms. Carlyle. She has some raging jealousy. I like her thoughts and wishes. No weakness in the excellent short chapter.
Coyote