Yeah, you know, down at tha ol’ Metropole. Probly about three months before they shut tha joint down. No, Shirley wasn’t ’round. There was me, Bobby, Jay, ol’ Schwartz & his gal, and Tommy. A real swingin’ night. No, this was prior to the Rodney thing. It was that Rodney thing that brought them down, ya know. No, tha time I’m talkin’ bout wasn’t in tha open, like Rodney was. Never made news or nuttin’ either. We was all sittin’, jokin’ round. Schwartz & his gal were dancin’. Boy you shoulda seen tha dance floor – like sardines in a can. Everyone was toasty, but thats what tha good ol’ Metropole was known for. Drinks-a-plenty. Girls too. Any who, Jay was gabbin’ on about sum place in the war and that’s when I first saw him. Out tha corner of my eye, sumpthin caught my attention. Mighta been tha girl that got up to leave his table. Another gal then joined him, dressed head to toe in black and one-a-them wide-brimmed hats, not very fashionable but it hid her face. They didn’t even say one word to each other, which struck me as odd. Just sat there and stared as if they already knew the other’s thoughts. I kept watchin’ them, Jay jabberin’ in the background. He later stood up, you know, ready to leave. And thats when she drew on him and quick as spit – CLACK CLACK CLACK, put three slugs in him. No, no one heard no shots with tha roar of tha band and all. He slumped down into that booth and like that she turned and walked out. Yeah, I’m certain I didn’t see her face. Nah, I just turned back to tha boys and carried on with tha night. It was a memorable night I tell ya.
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