C Clark Criscuolo Bank Robbers (retail) (epub) id

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.I’m going to rob a bank.”Teresa’s eyes stayed fixed on Dottie and she sat down at the table.“Like the guy in the News?”“The guy in Minnesota?”“There was a nut in Minnesota too? Naw, the old guy from—hold on, I’ll get the paper, it was just in it.”She watched Teresa open the closet door.Inside was a waist-deep stack of yellowing papers.“I hate that stupid law they put in about recycling, I never know when to put the stuff out, what you tie it with…” Teresa was muttering as she sifted through the top of the pile, which was mainly comprised of gossip sheets, and magazines that followed celebrities.Dottie shook her head at all of them.“How can you read all that garbage?”Teresa looked up, a bit surprised.“What?”“All those gossip rags? None of it is true.”“It’s all true,” Teresa informed her, holding up a copy of the Star.“Yeah? What’s that headline say?” Dottie asked, and Teresa looked at it.“IS YOUR DOG A SPACE ALIEN?” Teresa read aloud.“There, you see?”“What? I took that test.” Teresa said seriously.“You—you don’t even have a dog.”“So? My daughter’s got a dog.You think I want some alien around my grandchildren? This test come out of a university.Besides, even if it is silly, it’s got all the good dirt on all them celebrities.”“Who cares about some celebrity?” Dottie sniffed.“I do.” Teresa looked confused.“I always read about everyone.I had someone famous in my family once,” she said casually.“Who?” Dottie asked, leaning forward.“My great-aunt, for whom I was named.Teresa Salinotta.”“I never heard of her.”“Yeah, that’s ’cause you don’t read nothing important.” Teresa sniffed, and they both let it drop.“Here it is, here it is, McAlary’s column: WHEN GRANDDAD ROBS A BANK,” Teresa read out loud and tossed the paper down in front of Dottie.“I don’t usually follow these stories, but this one … He was twenty in the hole, and he got his grandson’s toy gun and robbed a bank way the hell out in Nassau County.”“Yeah? Did they catch him?”“You kiddin’? The cops were all over him before he even left the building.And then the guy got so scared he began to have a heart attack, so all these cops sat there feedin’ the stunadze heart pills, and doin’ CPR on him till the ambulance showed.It was a big embarrassing mess.See? Looks like his wife’s about to smack him in the photo,” Teresa said, holding it up for Dottie to look at.“What kind of time did they give him?” Dottie asked, leaning forward.“It just happened.But they’re talkin’ eight to ten.”“Eight to ten, that’s good.”Teresa frowned at her.“Yeah, well, maybe you should rethink the bank thing.I mean, some guy our age can’t get away with it, you ain’t.”“I don’t want to get away with it.I want them to catch me.I want them to send me to jail.”Behind them the teapot began to whistle.“You wanna go to jail?” Teresa got up, turned off the fire under the teapot, and poured the water into the cups.She felt herself grimace.“Yes.”Teresa was silent.Dottie listened to her stirring the coffee powder into the hot water.“You sure they said debilitating bone disease, not maybe debilitating brain disease, Dottie?”“I’m not crazy!” she snapped indignantly, and Teresa looked around at her.“I’m not so stupid as to think I could actually get away with robbing a bank.Of course not, I’m not crazy,” she repeated.“Yeah, well, you ain’t talkin’ too normal neither.”“Listen, Medicaid wiped out every cent I had before they would pay for any of the hospital expenses.Then they humiliated me and refused to pay for treatments I need.Why the hell should I go begging for medical care, when they took the money?”“’Cause that’s the way it works.”“Not with me, it doesn’t.”“So this guy—from where?”“Minnesota.”“Don’t it snow all the time up there?”“Yeah…”“Ah, well, that’s it, the guy just went nuts ’cause he couldn’t get out of the house,” Teresa joked and set the coffee down in front of Dottie.“He didn’t go nuts because of snow, he went nuts because he had leukemia and like me, had no insurance.And because he’d worked his whole life honestly, and they refused to pay.They told him he had to use up all his own money—sell his house, empty his bank account—before they’d cover anything.But that would’ve wiped him out and, what was he going to do if they ‘cured’ him? Live in a home on welfare? It’s crazy.He’d have no way of supporting himself, and besides, he wanted to leave something to his kids.”She watched Teresa’s head rise and a flash of pain cross her face.Then she nodded very gently in recognition.“So, he held up a gas station,” Dottie said.“They caught him?” Teresa held her cup, as she leaned against the counter, sipping at it, and stared at Dottie.“Of course [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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