After Lunch let’s go hunt treasure. Start of Treasure Hunt,
|Sun Jan 06, 2008 12:29 pm Post subject:|
|As the pair drove north towards Colorado, the clouds grew darker and darker. It was bitter cold on Sal’s exposed face as it cutting through sleet and rain. His goggles were covered in frost and ice. It was only a 40 mile ride but the winter storm was not calculated into the equation. Sal’s leathers were frozen and the front of his bike looked like a snow cone. In the back was Mona, holding on. Her jet black hair was white with frost and ice.In a feeble attempt to point with his frozen hand Sal made a gesture for them to pull into the next town they came up to. As he pointed, Mona just shook her head in agreement; the girl was shaking like a leaf.
The bike came to a stop in front of a Denny’s Restaurant. The wind began to howl as the pair dismounted the bike. Mona was already at the entrance of the restaurant when Sal motioned Mona to continue into the café. Sal immediately walked back to his bike and took a long hard draw of the whiskey in his saddlebag. Just as he took a slug he caught Mona’s eye through the window of the café.
“Dayum” Sal exclaimed as he put the bottle back in the bag.
As Sal made his way into the restaurant he heard a familiar voice beckon;
“Hey Salvatore, over here!” Mona shouted.
Sal turned his head only to find Mona in a corner booth with that silly map on the table. There were two cups of piping hot coffee on the table. It was a warm and welcome sight for this soaked and cold motorcycle ride.
As he began to sit down, Mona started;
“So we are in Raton New Mexico? According to the map we should be pretty near a village named ‘El Rito’.”
Somewhat perplexed Sal looked at Mona and retorted;
“Sit down here and let me show you what I’m talking about Francis”, Mona quipped.
Still somewhat perplexed Sal retorted to the salty little gal;
“Salvatore, Francis, gads I’m beginning to loosing my identity. So what’s my name this time doll face?” Sal said laughingly.
Mona froze then turned to Sal with a cold hard stare and said;
“Look Sal or Francis or whatever floats your canoe, those are your names. What do you want, an Indian one, paleeeeze? How about “Talking Smack” and STOP calling me doll face! Gawd I hate that!” Then she slammed her cup down on the table causing some of the dark elixir to splash her face.
Stunned by the volatility of the conversation, Sal looked blankly at Mona. Equally stunned was Mona who realized how venomous her tongue can be. She just started blankly back at Sal. It was a moment of awkward silence for the two of them. Apparently it was a moment of awkward silence for the people in the restaurant as well since by that time; Mona was in high volume with her sharp repartee.
Mona then reached out and grasped Sal’s hand. With an authoritarian yet regretful candor she said;
“I’m sorry Sal it’s me. I can be a real be-otch sometimes. I’m the only one who watches my back”
Looking into Mona’s eyes, Sal’s hand reached for the paper napkin then proceeded to wipe a drop of coffee off Mona’s nose. Sal said;
Instantly, Mona responded;
Sal paused again and said;
“Lei capisce l’italiano?”
Sitting up in her seat, Mona said with great pride;
“Well, I did work at Godfather’s Pizza”