The Show Window

Due to her hair curling, a maiden with special weight purchased the proper derby to wear, while enjoying the perfect Florida afternoon on the babbling gulf stream, “I need this chapeau,” she thought defending her firm turf, “my locks are curlin, and this is going to make me look mighty fine,” ‘

Leaving the boutique shopping mall booth, she passed an indoor bar and grill where two men mingled, “Dale, if you know my life story,” the mature well endowed, lady overheard, “you already know I was out of the money.”

“I know and producing a show, you were hangin in there.”

Intrigue and intrepid the veteran window shopper followed the pair watching them go straight towards the watering hole where within a second their conversation abruptly stopped, “I will have a grog,” Hal ordered.

“So will I,” Dale added using a festive sudsy tone.

Occupying two seats they peacefully conversed, “Princetown, was a winner,” Hal remembered, anointing the creative investment during his younger days.

“That it was,” Dale agreed turning around seeing a new patron enter the social scene, “Tapeta,” he acknowledged.

“If it isn’t Hal and Dale, brewing up a storm,” Tapeta observed, “I remember that winning show, I was the Sand Dancer in Princetown,”

“The tempting Hour glass tease,” Hal recollected,

“Critics were right, when they said, ‘be like Clint’,” Tapeta reminded them, “it made my day when that one movie line turned Hal’s attitude around,”

Hal nudged Dale, “Tapeta had the perfect track when she came to the Sunshine state and started moving around pounds,”

“Saving money,” Tapeta interrupted clarifying any misinterpretation to the pound definition, “I was out of the money but had the prowl of the spirit animal.”

“I told you,” Hal spoke referencing his flag flying beliefs, “fly the W and it will only take a second to be a success in this place.”

Despite being in the spotlight Tapeta knew Hal was set as a winner and continued defending her turf, “it only took you a second to double your money,” Tapeta mentioned, “then you went down to the bay and visited that cutler who knifed you in the back,”

“He had the best surgical editing tools,” Hal continued standing his ground.

“Suddenly, you were sent in a certain direction,” Dale interjected a thought, “tok tok, you were out of the money.”

“Standing there watching everything collapse, I created the savior character,” Tapeta recounted, “The Salvattore Prince and put him in the show.”

As the small, intimate, get together proceeded down the memory path, defending its firm turf, the three made it perfectly clear Hal earned his optional allowance and had the right to do some claiming,

“You were deemed in the United Kingdom, Sir London, your show was Fredo they said, written by a Fred like elf, having magical counsel, we are ever so grateful Hal came down from the sky harbor, and settled in our theater place.”

“It was just a photo,” Hal grimaced, “and I still felt out of the money.”

Being one sharp cookie in the entertainment place, Tapeta always on the fast track still referred to herself as a maiden with special weight status appreciated Hal’s asserter strategy, telling the truth about his financial status defined as ‘out of the money’.

Taking a final sip, “you had the right mind frame to be a winner,” she told Hal,

“Yeah, Hal you are still a winner no one ever disputed that fact.”

Sitting back reflecting on everything including his Louisiana upbringing, Hal laughed, “and I was always a valued Cajun running the show.”

“That is right,” his friends confirmed clanking their glasses needing dishwasher attention.