“Girl, if I could afford Chanel, I’d be all over it.I justcan’t…soI don’t,” Georgie shot back, and Dutch took note of what shesaid.
He’d heard of Chanel, had no clue otherwise, but his woman,like everyone else, had birthdays, and Christmas was not far away, so he’d talkto Lanie, or Elvira, and figure it out.
Carolyn changed tactics and said pathetically, “You took himaway from me.”
“You do coke?”Jagger asked unemotionally.
Carolyn took a step his way.“Jag, sweetie.”
He took a step back and she halted.
“Do you snort coke, Carolyn?”he pressed.
“Just a bump every now and then.I work a lot, Jagger.Youknow that.A girl’sgottado what she’sgottado to keep going.”
“When we were beginning, you pulled out a vial, and we hadthis conversation,” Jagger reminded her.
Carolyn’s jaw moved as she clenched her teeth.
They’d had that conversation.
“I told you dope was a dealbreaker,” he went on.
“You smoke pot,” she accused.
“Pot is not coke,” he stated.
“It’s a drug,” she said.
“It’s rare I do it, like, how many times have you seen mehigh?”
She didn’t answer.
“Yeah,” Jag said.“Maybe what?Three?Four?And I’ve knownyou that many years?”
“Jagger—”
“And to get my buzz, I don’t suck anyone’s cock,” Jag wenton.
“Oh boy,” Georgie whispered the same time Dutch muttered,“Jesus,” and this was the first time Roscoe verbally entered the scenario andhe did that with a grunt.
“That’s a whore, Carolyn.”Jag was relentless.“Like it ornot, you made me a goddamn john to get your fuckin’ fix and you into dope wasalready a dealbreaker, and you knew it.Youputtin’me in that position, we are dead.Like we didn’t exist.And you know that too.So don’t pile shit on Georgiana she doesn’t deserve.Andreallydo nottake your fucked-up mess into my brother’s home and spread it around.This isnotgonnawin me back.Nothin’sgonnawin me back.What it’sgonnado, instead ofbein’ dead to me, you’re not dead.But I’mgonnahate you, which I do at this moment.Can’t stand thefuckin’ sight of you.And that’s on you too.”
“Jagger,” Carolyn breathed, horrified, hurt, even destroyed.
But Jagger just sounded over it when he sighed, “Get out,Carolyn.”
Carolyn didn’t move for what seemed like years before sheslowly turned to Georgie and declared, “You’re dead to me too.”
Georgie’s body jolted and Dutch tightened his arms aroundher to hold her close.
Jagger got her attention back when he shared, “And my hatredjust grew.’Causeyou’re blaming your sister, wholoves you, worries about you, has tried to do right by you, and you’re allright to stand there and gut her.Fuck off, Carolyn.Honest to Christ, it mighttake Dutch and me a little while, but I bet it won’t take us long to talkGeorgie around to understanding she’s better off without you.”
All right.
Time to end this.
“Brother,” Dutch called.
