Author: El Chacal PM
What if Richard Harrow had gone with Jimmy to the war memorial that night? New chapter uploaded.Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama - Richard H. - Chapters: 2 - Words: 2,209 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 02-23-12 - Published: 02-04-12 - id: 7805266
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He could smell the sweet aroma of bacon sizzling on the pan, the potatoes and fried eggs on the plate. The texture of the freshly baked muffins hot from the stove fills his mind.
A kind smile. Eyes void of fear or disgust.
He remembers this of Angela Darmody, one of his two best friends in the world.
Richard often pushed his food around the plate, fearful that Jimmy would be put off on how he could only eat through the right side of his mouth. He recalls distinctly how Jimmy always made sure that there was a straw in his drink, whether it was the good bourbon on the bottom shelf or whenever Angela poured him a glass of milk.
Tommy looked in many ways like his mother yet acted very much at times like his father. This made Richard hopeful and fearful.
Another memory comes to mind. Angela is sat across from Richard. She is sketching him for a portrait. He tells her about his sister, Emma. How she cared for him, nursed him back to health and loved him dearly even when he lost any sentimental feeling after the war.
Though her voice is only in his memory, Richard hears Angela tell him something she would never reveal to anyone, especially Jimmy. She leaned in close and whispered, "You will never lose me, Richard. I will always be in your heart, even if your mind fails you in old age."
Richard could not, for the life of him, pinpoint exactly at what point it happened. Angela reached over and laid a chaste kiss on his forehead.
Munya Horvitz had just finished the final cuts of brisket and sirloin steaks for the day when the door of his butcher shop opened and in walked the one person he did not expect to see again.
"Mr. Horvitz. You and I. Have unresolved business. To attend to."
Richard Harrow stood there in the doorway with a scowl on his face. "Mr. Harrow. Are you here to take retribution for Darmody?"
"For Jimmy? No. It was not you. Who killed him." Richard said, walking up to him, taking out from the inner right pocket of his coat three thick envelopes and his Smith & Wesson 'Triple Lock' revolver from his shoulder holster. "Angela Darmody. Was a friend of mine. A mother to a child. Who now must grow up. Without his parents."
Raising his right hand, which held the revolver, Richard pulled back the hammer. What scared Munya more than the gun was the look in Richard's eye. "I could easily. Kill you. That will not bring Angela. Back to me. Or to her son. Killing you. Will only rob. A woman of her husband. And another woman. Of her father."
Pushing the hammer back into the safe position, Richard holstered it.
With his left hand, Richard handed Munya the three envelopes. Opening the first one, Munya found a lot of hundred dollar notes stuffed inside. "Jimmy made a deal. To fill your speaks. He did not. Honor the arrangement. And he took five thousand dollars. From your pocket. You have in your hands. A total of 15,000 dollars."
"15,000? That is three times what Darmody took from me? Why would you give this to me?"
"I'm not giving it. To you, Mr. Horvitz. The first five thousand. Repays the debt. There are no more debts between us. The second five thousand. Takes away any reason. I may have. To shoot you. In front of your wife. And your daughter. The third five thousand. Incentive. To never threaten or harm Thomas Darmody. Am I clear?"
"Completely clear." Munya said. A handshake was sufficient closure for both men.
As Richard walked away, Munya said, "Before you go, there is something I would like to give you. My meager attempt at penance for robbing a boy of his mother." Reaching below the counter, Munya pulled out a parcel filled with several beef loin sirloin steaks, a rump roast, a dozen links of sausage, 2 dozen bulbs of garlic, a pound of smoked brisket, 3 chickens, rib eye steaks and 2 dozen T-Bone steaks.
Taking the parcel in hand, Richard looked at Munya. "This does not give the boy his mother back, I know. The only comfort this gives me is that he will not starve."
"Thank you. If there is business. To be had. And money to be made. I will contact you."
"Until then, Shalom, Mr. Harrow."
"Until then, Mr. Horvitz."
A/n: What do you think? Harrow dealt with Horvitz without causing pain and misery. It also shows Horvitz that the masked man was no 'boychick' that would take him for a chump. Leave a review if you enjoyed this chapter. I know there was mention of Gillian Darmody being in this chapter but there was no room for her...yet. Time will tell when she shines in.