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income with her. He wished her nothing but the best for the future, but she knew it would mean harder times for him for a while.
‘How’s the packing going?’ He asked.
‘Well, yeah. It’s going OK. I started going through my clothes today, just a few things to sort through and I’m about finished.’
‘That’s good. You’re more organised than I would be.’
‘Well, I’m kind of eager to be over there. She’s not well.’
‘I know Mandy, I got a letter from her today. I don’t remember the last time I got one.’
‘Yeah, I got one too. It chokes me up every time I see her signature. I just wish there was something I could do for her. She’s done so much for me.’
‘Just being there will be enough, I’m sure of it.
‘Yeah. I know,’ Amanda said, lowering her head a little.
The moment of silence lasted a few seconds. Thinking of her friend, alone and in pain in a country she didn’t know always served to bring about a more sombre mood in her. She would be hitting the streets in a moment, so she needed to be a little more positive than that, something which was getting harder all the time.
‘So, you want a quick one before we head out?’ Amanda asked, indicating the drink on the bar. ‘It’s on me.’
‘Yeah, why not,’ he replied, and Amanda called the bar tender over and got Stuart a shot of vodka.
‘How about you then, are you going to be OK without us? I mean, have you got enough girls working with you?’ Amanda asked.
‘Yeah, I’m OK. I can’t pretend things won’t be tough for a little while, but, you know, I have a few things coming up. I’ll be fine, it’s not like I haven’t had the odd rough spot before, I’ve got some savings.’
‘That’s Grand, really good. It makes me feel a little better.’ Amanda didn’t know an awful lot about Stuart’s history, but she knew he got into being a kind of pimp because he had been hard up one year and a friend of his, after admitting to him she worked as a prostitute, needed someone on the street with her to protect her. The money wasn’t great but his boxing career was over and it was pretty much the only skill he had.
‘You shouldn’t feel bad Mandy, don’t ever feel bad for doing this. It’s the right thing to do and if you hadn’t chosen to do it yourself, I would have made you go to Ireland anyway.’
Amanda smiled ashamedly at Stuart. He was a good man and had been there for both her and Georgina on a few occasions.
‘So, what’s the plan for the next few nights then?’ Stuart asked. ‘You working right up until you go?’
‘That’s the plan,’ she answered. ‘I might as well get as much money before I go as I can.’
Stuart nodded at this. ‘That’s cool; I’ll be there each night for you.’
‘You’re a legend Stu,’ she said warmly. ‘I know you like to put across this image of the hard man, but deep inside you’re just a softy.’
‘Heh! Well, maybe, but don’t you go spoiling this image I’ve built up now will you!’ He said jokingly.
‘Me? Never!’ she answered playfully. Amanda finished off the last of her drink and turned back to Stuart. ‘Ok, shall we?’ she asked expectantly.
Stuart took the hint and downed the last of his own drink, ‘We shall!’
Stuart took hold of Amanda’s arm and helped her off her stool before heading out of the club into the night with her.
The stars were out, winking in the darkness above but barely visible beyond the yellow glow of the street. The air felt cool on Amanda’s legs, but not as cold as it could be on a night in May. Stuart and Amanda soon reached the familiar patch of street that Stuart’s girls held as their own. This run down section of street with tenements and small businesses looked like it had seen better days. Some of the street lamps were smashed or broken, a burnt out car sat by the curb nearby and the people who lived here were barely surviving day to day, their lives nothing but a struggle from dawn till dusk.
‘How’s the packing going?’ He asked.
‘Well, yeah. It’s going OK. I started going through my clothes today, just a few things to sort through and I’m about finished.’
‘That’s good. You’re more organised than I would be.’
‘Well, I’m kind of eager to be over there. She’s not well.’
‘I know Mandy, I got a letter from her today. I don’t remember the last time I got one.’
‘Yeah, I got one too. It chokes me up every time I see her signature. I just wish there was something I could do for her. She’s done so much for me.’
‘Just being there will be enough, I’m sure of it.
‘Yeah. I know,’ Amanda said, lowering her head a little.
The moment of silence lasted a few seconds. Thinking of her friend, alone and in pain in a country she didn’t know always served to bring about a more sombre mood in her. She would be hitting the streets in a moment, so she needed to be a little more positive than that, something which was getting harder all the time.
‘So, you want a quick one before we head out?’ Amanda asked, indicating the drink on the bar. ‘It’s on me.’
‘Yeah, why not,’ he replied, and Amanda called the bar tender over and got Stuart a shot of vodka.
‘How about you then, are you going to be OK without us? I mean, have you got enough girls working with you?’ Amanda asked.
‘Yeah, I’m OK. I can’t pretend things won’t be tough for a little while, but, you know, I have a few things coming up. I’ll be fine, it’s not like I haven’t had the odd rough spot before, I’ve got some savings.’
‘That’s Grand, really good. It makes me feel a little better.’ Amanda didn’t know an awful lot about Stuart’s history, but she knew he got into being a kind of pimp because he had been hard up one year and a friend of his, after admitting to him she worked as a prostitute, needed someone on the street with her to protect her. The money wasn’t great but his boxing career was over and it was pretty much the only skill he had.
‘You shouldn’t feel bad Mandy, don’t ever feel bad for doing this. It’s the right thing to do and if you hadn’t chosen to do it yourself, I would have made you go to Ireland anyway.’
Amanda smiled ashamedly at Stuart. He was a good man and had been there for both her and Georgina on a few occasions.
‘So, what’s the plan for the next few nights then?’ Stuart asked. ‘You working right up until you go?’
‘That’s the plan,’ she answered. ‘I might as well get as much money before I go as I can.’
Stuart nodded at this. ‘That’s cool; I’ll be there each night for you.’
‘You’re a legend Stu,’ she said warmly. ‘I know you like to put across this image of the hard man, but deep inside you’re just a softy.’
‘Heh! Well, maybe, but don’t you go spoiling this image I’ve built up now will you!’ He said jokingly.
‘Me? Never!’ she answered playfully. Amanda finished off the last of her drink and turned back to Stuart. ‘Ok, shall we?’ she asked expectantly.
Stuart took the hint and downed the last of his own drink, ‘We shall!’
Stuart took hold of Amanda’s arm and helped her off her stool before heading out of the club into the night with her.
The stars were out, winking in the darkness above but barely visible beyond the yellow glow of the street. The air felt cool on Amanda’s legs, but not as cold as it could be on a night in May. Stuart and Amanda soon reached the familiar patch of street that Stuart’s girls held as their own. This run down section of street with tenements and small businesses looked like it had seen better days. Some of the street lamps were smashed or broken, a burnt out car sat by the curb nearby and the people who lived here were barely surviving day to day, their lives nothing but a struggle from dawn till dusk.
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