Chapter 3

The tattooed girl wanted revenge. She wanted to kill the jew. She had nothing to loose. She remembered how her daddy loved baby Alma. She also remembered shrieking when he threw her to the ceiling and how he didn't always catch her and her voice of anger yelling at her.
Her lover loved her again. Alma danced freely and happily by the river. The tattooed girl spinning in circles and spacing of her plan to kill the jew. Dmitiri stopped her, he wasn't asking her to kill joshua, if she was going to do it she at least needed to be smart about it and wait until her name was on the will. No one would suspect anything if something happened to a cripple. The night of Siegel's birthday was the worst. Although his lady friend, Sondra Blumenthal, did most the planning; Alma helped set up. Sondra was not the prettiest, she had a very angular face, but a look on her face letting you know not to mess with her. Alma prepared for the party and looked sexy wishing her lover was there to see her. The caters arrived and took over Alma's kitchen. Madame Zee, the head caterer, looked through alma not at her. She felt unwanted. She waited for Siegel to say "Where's Alma? My assistant Alma?" but he never did. She looked into the dinning room, at the head of the table sat Siegel, he looked so happy. Alma felt attraction powerfully. Siegel had so many friends; men and women.
"The ugly tattoo on her cheek pulsed with chagrin."
"Why did people care for one another, where there was no sex connection?"
She was obsessed with dmitri. She feared and disliked him, and could never be a friend to him. If he ceased to want her she wanted him dead.