It all began innocently enough, with Christmas breakfast being brought up to the room and Leo, Stanley and Lester telling past Christmas stories about themselves. Stanley actually dominated the conversation as he had none of the reservations about detailing his past which the other two men possessed. He told very specific stories, about presents, food, company and decorations, while Leo and Lester limited their contributions to references about the weather or maybe a gift they had received. It was after the food was gone and the men were drinking coffee that Lester started in on Leo again.
“Did you open that letter yet?”
“What’s it to you? I told you it was my own damn business and not yours.”
“Why are you afraid to open it?” Lester taunted back.
“Leave it alone!” Leo replied, “just leave it alone. Maybe we should all go back to silence.”
“Sounds good to me,” Stanley said.
“Let’s just take a look at it, can I see it?” Lester asked.
“No, damn it!” Leo shouted back, standing up quickly and pointing, “you just need to leave this whole thing with the letter alone, ok?”
“You sure are a sensitive type, aren’t you?” Lester replied.
Stanley got up, collected the coffee cups and placed them on a tray that sat on the sideboard. Then, saying he was going to just go walk around the hallways and lobby to stretch his legs, he left the room. A few minutes later, Lester also got up and walked toward the door. However, as he passed by Leo’s overcoat, he quickly reached inside and felt for the pocket, then withdrew his hand. Leo had turned to watch him and now strode quickly over toward Lester, who stood with the envelope in his hand.
“You give me that, you bastard!”
“Ha! I knew that was where you stuck it. Great hiding place.” Lester pushed Leo back as he approached, sending him stumbling lightly into a nearby side table. “Just settle down. I just want to see if it’s from that pretty little sister of yours.”
“You better shut up about her and you better give me that letter, right now,” Leo demanded, his face bright red in anger.
“Come on now, open it up, let’s see if she sent another picture.”
“God damn you! Give it to me and stop thinking about her that way!” Leo swung and connected with Lester’s side although the blow was partially deflected and did not seem to cause much damage. The two of them wrestled around for a few moments before Lester turned in an advantageous direction and Leo took the opportunity to snatch the envelope back. Both men were a little out of breath from the yelling and rough-housing and stood about ten feet apart, collecting their breath. Three minutes later, Leo sat down and waved the envelope mockingly at Lester.
“Maybe I’ll go ahead and open it now that I have taken it from you.”
Lester did not reply and Leo ripped the edge of the envelope off, snapping it in the air as he did so. That caused a smaller piece of paper to fly out of the envelope, one which drifted for a second in the air before landing just a few feet from Lester, who promptly picked it up.
“Well, well, my friend, it looks like you have come into a little money here.”
“Give me that,” Leo demanded.
“You just wait,” Lester replied, “because we both know that you owe me a bit of money.”
“Yes, yes I know.”
“Now, this here check is for one hundred and five dollars, kind of a nice Christmas gift from your pretty sister.”
“You shut up. You’ll get your money when the bank opens up Monday.”
“And, I have this check and you do not.”
“What does that do for you? You can’t cash it so what good will it do you?”
“Well, I think we need to negotiate a little change in the repayment terms. Like, due to my patience, and the fact that I had to come find you here, inconveniences, et cetera, I think you owe me seventy-five dollars now.”
“Bushwa, you crook! I’ll pay you the fifty and not a penny more.” Leo lunged out of his chair but stopped about a foot from Lester, who was holding up his hand.
“You did not let me finish, friend. You pay me seventy-five or I plan a visit to your hotsy-totsy sister, you know, just to strike up an acquaintance, maybe a few dates, marriage, who knows. I did read the return address on that envelope so finding her shouldn’t be much trouble.”
“I will kill you if you so much as mention her name again. Now give me that check and I’ll get you your fifty dollars on Monday.”
“Like I said, it’s seventy-five or I start taking up an interest in your sister.”
“You stand up and fight me right now!” Leo shouted, dancing back and forth with his fists cocked up. “Get up, damn it! I won’t have this!”
Lester laughed but did not stand up. Instead he leaned back and looked at Leo, who did not notice he also had slipped a hand behind his back.
“I won’t take this!” Leo then strode over toward the fireplace and picked up the poker. Whirling around, he rushed at Lester who calmly stood up, pistol in hand, and shot Leo twice. He then tucked the check into his pocket, took several minutes to collect up his belongings, and walked out of the room while Leo groaned and bled on the floor. A few minutes later he climbed into an Essex 5 and drove off.
…to be continued