Smooth Eddie
The apartment was modestly furnished. Sounds from the busy New York streets way down below drifted in through the open window. It was early in the evening and a cool breeze stirred the newspaper on the kitchen table. Benny Goodman’s latest tune played softly on the radio in the other room.
Eddie sighed as he took off his hat and then his coat and hung them on the coat rack by the door. It had been a long day and he still had a problem left to solve; a problem with beautiful, long blonde hair and pouty red lips.
“Eddie, are you telling me that you’ve never cheated on me?”
she asked. Her eyes seemed to be pleading with him.
Eddie thought for a moment and took off his shoulder holster. “Baby, I’d be lying if I said I’ve never been tempted,” he
said as sat down across from her at the little table.
“Oh, I, I see.” She lowered her face and looked at the
table.
He put his hand under her chin and gently lifted her face.
“Let me put it this way, baby doll,” he said. “A man is like
a dog. A dog will hump just about any bitch in heat. A dog is like that. Just
turn a bitch in heat loose and any dog within smelling distance will run over
for a hump with his tail wagging.”
He removed his hand from her chin to find his cigarettes. He
lit one and took a drag. Tears were beginning to form in her eyes as she stared at him.
“But, baby, for this dog,” he said jabbing a thumb at his
chest. “There’s only one bitch. And that bitch is you.”
“Oh, Eddie,” she said as she rushed around the table to sit on his lap and
threw her arms around his neck.
“I love you, Eddie! I do!”
“I love you too, bit…..I mean, baby,” he replied.
