By Michael Phillip Cash
Genre: Ghost, Paranormal, Vegas, Comedy
Date Published: July 15, 2015
Publisher: Chelshire, INC.
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watched her shrink before his eyes. He reached out to take her fingers loosely within his own.
The air felt weighted; an electric current of tension sizzled in the hot air. A cat meowed,
breaking the silence.
“You the poker player?”
“I like to play, yes,” Telly said defensively.
“Yeah, I bet you’re a regular Phil Hellmuth.” Rob looked him up and down and then dismissed
him. “So I’ll see you at the Series, right?”
“The Series?” Telly asked.
“Yeah, doofus. The Series. If you play, you gotta play in that.”
“Of course—but I…I think we may have another commitment, right, Gretch?”
Gretchen nodded mutely, her eyes wide. She did not like Rob Couts. Rob stayed longer than
he should have, even though he saw Gretchen slide her hand inside Telly’s. He looked at their
clasped hands and said quietly, “I think it’s time for you to leave, Radio.”
Gretchen squeezed his hand and said loudly, “Not yet,” staring the other man down.
The couple appeared to be having a private moment, but Rob stood watching them. He hawked
once, spitting a glob of mucus toward the trash. “If you change your commitments, I’ll see you
at the Series. Thirteen minutes left,” he said abruptly, pushing through them to go inside. He
had wide shoulders and wore short-sleeved shirts so you could see the veining on his muscled
arms. Telly felt like a gawky kid next to him. Telly straightened his shoulders, but Rob had
already dismissed him. He looked at her, trying to catch her eyes in the moonlight. “I’m going
for the cab job first thing tomorrow. Are you uncomfortable here?
Don’t go in.”
“It’s silly. You know I like my job. He’s just got a crush on me this week. He’ll move on to Jana
“I don’t like the way he was looking at you.”
For the first time, his mild-mannered girlfriend bristled. “You think I can’t take care of myself?
I’ve been on my own since I was seventeen, Telly. I can take care of myself.”
“I never doubted that, Gretch,” Telly said honestly. He loved her independence. Gretchen had
reunited with her mother just recently, after a lifetime of foster care. Her mother had spent
Gretchen’s youth in a haze of alcohol abuse and drug addiction.
“Go home, Tel. I’ll be back by five.” She turned toward the door.
Telly reached into his pocket, opening his wallet to pull out a thinly folded ten-dollar bill. It was
his emergency cash. When he’d first gotten his license, his mother had given it to him and
insisted that he keep it behind his ID card so he would never be without money. He had never
used it and was a little sentimental about it. It made Gretchen’s insides melt. Telly would give
the shirt off his back if she didn’t protect him.
“Don’t argue with me.” He placed it in her palm. “Call a cab. I mean it, Gretchen. Don’t walk
home.” He placed his finger on her lip and then his heart.
Gretchen whispered, “Thick and thin.” She kissed him good-night, waving as he left to walk the
few blocks home alone.