Marcia threw another plate at Ernie Mason. He ducked and it smashed against the wall. She was having hysterics. She swore at Mason as he dodged the missiles.
"You A-rated asshole," she screamed at him. "Who've you been with? When I find out who you've been sticking your shiny black pole inside I'll tear her tits off."
"Marcia, honey!" implored Mason, "I don't know what you're talking about." Mason could see his meal ticket melting like the snow on the sidewalk outside.
"You haven't changed in three years Ernie. You were born bad and nothin's changed." Marcia stopped and put the down the vase she was about to hurl at him. "I don't need you anymore. It's just come to me clear as day. There are plenty of studs who can give me what you give me and who won't fuck me around."
"Hey, baby, there's no one like old Ernie, come on, admit it." He moved up close to her. She watched him with cold disdain.
"Get out! Get out now and don't come back."
"But Marcia, honey, it's Christmas Day."
He watched her closely. Was she serious? She was serious he decided. Well, he wasn't a guy to hang around where he wasn't wanted.
Ernie drew back his fist and belted Marcia clean on the jaw. You could hear her jaw break out in the hall. The force of the blow knocked Marcia unconscious instantly and catapulted her across the room. She crashed against the wall and slumped to the floor, blood dribbling from her loose hanging mouth.
Mason picked up a few things and stuffed them into a holdall. He ripped open Marcia's purse and took out a fistful of bills. He glanced around for anything else of value, took a few items of jewelry from the bedside table, crossed to where Marcia lay unconscious and moaning and pulled off her earrings and signet rings. Then with a final kick in the ribs, he picked up his holdall and left.
Ernie Mason didn't like Christmas. Santa Claus was a racist ploy as far as he was concerned. It was snowing outside and the streets were mostly empty. He had nowhere to go so he just wandered, still keeping a sharp eye out for any unwelcome guests. He needed somewhere for the night. Anyplace would do as long as he was inconspicuous. There was a place he remembered. It was somewhere down by the river. They wouldn't throw him out on Christmas day. He headed for the river.
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