“The happy husband,” greeted Tony as he prepared a syringe.
“Lock the kitchen door,” Rider instructed as he heated a
substantial dose of heroin on a crumpled sheet of aluminum foil.
Tommy shut the door almost crushing Vincent’s arm in the process.
“Watch it brother, you think you can do whatever you want now that
you’re married.” He slapped Tommy on the back as he squeezed past
him before Tommy locked the door.
“Where’s Senior?” asked Tommy.
“On the smooze,” said Tony. “Where’s the wifey?”
“Same,” he shrugged.
Vincent put his tuxedo jacket on the chair back and took a seat.
“You’re a lucky man, Tommy. Penny is one hell of a girl.”
“Helluva girl!” Tony cheered. “Let’s do a toast.”
Vincent rolled up the sleeve of his white dress shirt as Tony poured
out four glasses of scotch.
Rider inhaled and exhaled and inhaled again.
“We’re doing a toast,” Tony scolded and slapped Rider upside
the head. Rider rolled his eyes and picked up his glass.
“How is this guy the best man?” Tony handed Tommy a glass. “Do
you see this guy?”
Tommy smiled and took the glass.
“To Tommy,” recited Tony, “Who is a great brother, a great
friend, and will make a great husband – even though he’s here
shooting up with his brothers on his wedding night.”
They laughed.
“That’s why you’ll be a great husband because you know what
matters: your family. You may have found a top shelf girl who
consented to marrying you but you’re still ours and no matter what
we’ll always be there for you, come hell or high water. Now, we’ll
always be there for her too. Penny is a sweet chick and she’s part
of the family now. A great brother, a great friend, and a great
husband: To Tommy,” Tony said and raised his glass with all the
others.
Tommy demolished his glass and slammed
it on the table. He pulled Tony into a hug. “By God, you are the
best man.”
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