Page 21 of The Twins

“We’ll do our best.” Moshe promises solemnly. Give him credit, he’s not laughing at his sister’s absurd request. We’re part of the mafia…our average life expectancy ain’t exactly long.

Everyone signs, including me as witness. Business concluded, we stand, but Blanche stops us, “Ruth, Zeppo, and Tovah, stay seated.” My eyebrows crease in confusion, but I smooth them out and sit back down.

“Is there more to sign?” Ruth asks excitedly. “I love paperwork!”

I cough in my fist, “Nerd.”

“Subtle.” Zeppo glares.

“Oh, hush, Tov, I’ve seen you sniff new notebooks.”

I stare down Ruth, but she doesn’t cower. Good girl. “Touche.”

Moshe kisses the top of Ruth’s head in passing, Seril patting her shoulder, then the three of them are gone. Less than a minute later, my dear brother and Arlo come in. I snicker but otherwise remain quiet as Ruth peppers Tevye with questions.

“Are you done?” he asks impatiently, once she’s exhausted herself.

“I guess,” she shrugs; her lips pursed in a pout.

Blanche produces another folder, with similar papers.

“Really?” Ruth asks, “What about Tovah?” I appreciate her concern, but I’m good. I’ll do whatever it takes to give Arlo, Shon, or any other kids in the Kosher Nostra a happy, safe life. But I don’t want them full time. That sounds…loud, and gross, and a hindrance to loud spontaneous sex.

“Are you seriously wondering why I, of sound mind and body, would choose you, the heart of the Kosher Nostra, over the living embodiment of ‘your mama should have swallowed’?”

“You say the nicest things, ‘dad should have nutted in a rag’.”

Ruth glances between my brother and I. “Right. Sorry. Stupid question.”

“Ruth.” Tevye swallows hard, avoids eye contact with anyone, and wrings his hands in his lap.

“Tevye. Are you nervous?” Ruth taps Zeppo’s thigh. “Where’s my emotion chart?”

“I don’t need it, Ruth.” Tevye reassures her. “I… am… grateful… tohaveyouinmylife.” Dropping my head, my shoulders shake, but for the benefit of my brother, I keep my laughter silent. “Should something happen to me and…my future wife,” Ruth squeals and claps her hands, “I will rest easier in Gehinnom knowing Arlo is with you and Zeppo.”

“Hey, uh, it’s nice that you and Moshe trust us with your offspring and all, but kids are expensive,” Zeppo points out. “And I’m trying my damndest to have some offspring of our own…day and night.”

“Fuck off,” Tevye replies with a chuckle.

“Tovah, both Moshe and Tevye have named you trustee. They felt that you were the most qualified—”

“You ain’t afraid to tell anyone no. Or make people wait for what they want.”

I blink rapidly, overcome with emotion for a moment. “Thank you.” Tevye dips his chin in acknowledgement.

“Do you need the emotion emoji chart?”

I smile obnoxiously at Ruth. “No.”

Much like before, papers are signed, details explained, copies given out. The room empties, leaving Blanche and I. Sidling up next to her at the head of the table, I lean my hip against the table. My foot on her chair, I force it to turn until her legs are bracketed between mine. She looks up at me, fire and amusement. Trailing my hand across her jaw, I pinch her chin between my fingers. “Wanna seal the deal with a fuck?”

“I believe your signature already accomplished that.”

“True.” With my other hand, I grip the back of her head and force her to arch her neck. She hisses, her eyes dilating, lips parted. “But my way’s more fun.”

“My place?” I’m already shaking my head; she knows the score.

“Mine. I’ll meet you there in half an hour.” Releasing her head, my hands drop to her legs. Under her skirt, I brush my knuckle along her seam, smirking when I feel the moist heat of her pussy. Hooking my finger in the gusset, I pull her thong down and off her legs. “See you soon.” I open my purse, drop her panties inside and stroll on out of Goldman Girls Realty.

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