Drops of Milk Spray from Pixabay

(Chapter 2 continued and the beginning of Chapter 3.)

Rebecca said, “Mom, geez what’s got you so mad?” Her nine-year-old mentality was wrapped in a magazine about some boy band from England.

“Sorry, honey I was just watching another news report about Stacey Nino. I just can’t understand how a mother can not even act upset that her daughter was murdered. It seems like she’s relieved in some weird way.”

Paula responded to Rebecca in an adult like staccato without trying to hide how disturbed and offended she felt. Stacey Nino caused a welling up of emotion resonating very deeply within Paula.

She harbored a hidden, masked over hate for women, particularly mothers, manipulating situations to their benefit for selfish and apathetic reasoning.

Limelight Seduction

Perhaps for a reason,

perhaps for a season.

She smiles with cold venom,

licking at the blood to thin them.

She acts with plans long term,

she plants and sows rancid worms.

Laughing she takes the horn

and binds them with her scorn.

Gregory Prince ©

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Chapter 3

Poisonous Teat

Apprehensive and Leery

Some say she’s wicked.
Some say she’s a bitch.
Other’s claim she’s ruthless, no one know’s which.
One lesson they’ve learned their respect she has earned
but ingrained in her family’s minds love for her has been burned.

Joanna screamed, “Goddammit Burton, I don’t care what you think. This is my condo and everything in it is mine, so everything in here is going to my children and you better get used to it.”

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Burton Berman owned junk. He came to the waste management business through marriage and by fortune. Burton met an incredible woman in the early 1950s and the two became entranced in each other’s love the first moment they laid eyes on each other.

Mary Kling had a shock of sandy blonde hair, a curvaceous figure, and a mind that was incisive as well as keenly intuitive and extremely rational. These qualities in Mary Kling excited Burton but the most intriguing thing about her to Burton was her intense sense of propriety and strong will.

Within a year of first meeting, Burton and Mary were married and had a child on the way. Their union was the beginning of a dynasty in the small town of Holly Hill, Florida.

Burton’s Dad told him a thousand times, “It’s better to be an affluent, powerful man in a small city than one of the many men of slight influence and wealth in a large city.” So, after graduating from MIT and working on the Manhattan Project in his college years, Burton moved to Holly Hill, Florida with his new wife and baby daughter.

Burton was stationed with his company of army engineers in Daytona Beach, Florida working on a top-secret project concerning aeronautics when he met Mary Kling. Mary lived in the town adjacent to Daytona Beach and she worked at her father Mick Kling’s office.

Often, Mary went to the Chop UP Diner for lunch in Daytona Beach, which served the best coffee and Rueben sandwiches in town. Mary and Burton locked eyes one day over the rims of their coffee cups and began a life long conversation.

“I’m Burton,” he said confidently looking directly into her beautiful hazel eyes.

Mary blushed slightly, continued to sip her coffee and said, “So.”

Burton wasn’t one to be discouraged easily and his assured, cockiness bared its head, “I think you should be a little more respectful of a man in uniform that helped to bring the Japanese to their knees.”

Mary took a pensive gulp of coffee before returning to look at the muscular, dark, military man making a pass at her.

“For what do I have the pleasure of your magnanimous presence on this fine day, my sir,” she grinned back in a slightly mocking voice.

Burton became both aggravated and excited simultaneously. He checked his tone and calmed himself before answering because the lady sitting in front of him caused his stomach to flip. A gulp of desire clouded his thinking and choked his throat.

“May I ask the lady’s name?”

Now, Mary felt she had played long enough and needed to get to know this handsome man before he left her wanting.

“Well, most people around here call me Ms. Kling however you may call me Mary.” She offered her hand and with a light handshake said, “Mary Kling.”

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Mick Kling came to Holly Hill for reasons of expedience and necessity. He was 28 years old and living in New York, New York, the son of a small clothes shop owner in Manhattan. Mick belonged to a large family of immigrants from Romania.

The year was 1924. The Kling family grew large. Mick’s mother didn’t get much rest from having babies until his father passed away the day after his 61st birthday. She gave birth to 6 boys and 5 girls. Mick was the oldest.

Mick fled New York to a community in Florida he had never seen. He rented a room with a family friend until he was able to afford his own digs.

Daytona Beach was a calm place and a respite from the threat of the thugs pushing Mick and his family around in Manhattan. The situation had grown risky and Mick’s safety became a tenuous situation following a confrontation, which changed the Kling family’s life path.

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Mick’s mother Sofia was counting the daily register for Kling’s Clothing when in walked two large men dressed in rough dockworker clothing.

Sofia called to the men, “Be with you in a moment.”

By the time she finished her sentence the two men stood over Sofia and one of the men said in a thick, almost undecipherable growl, “ Where’s our money?”

A local gang boss had been by Kling’s Clothing several days earlier and told Sofia and Alphonse, Mick’s dad, that they owed protection money. Money, which would secure them from street gangs and the wrath of the Zecco gang.

Tony Zecco used dockworkers and loyal gang members to extort funds from shop owners all over Manhattan. The Zecco gang stayed true to its warning and came to gather their collection money but Alphonse was out buying thread and cloth to make new clothing. None of the Kling children were present except Mick who was counting stock in the back room at Kling’s Clothing when the protection players arrived.

Mick heard the snarl of the dockworker demanding money and emerged from the stock room.

“Hey, what do you two want?”

“Shut up whelp,” the larger dockworker barked, “and mind yur buzness so this whore can pay us our dough.”

The dockworkers mistook Mick to be too young or slight to be concerned with. Mick, however, was outraged by the slur aimed at his mother and ran with a bull like storming anger toward the threatening collectors.

At the height of his strength, six feet tall, 200 lbs, and an avid handball and basketball player, Mick launched a flying fist into the larger dockworker’s jaw. The lucky punch landed in the exact spot to send the big man sprawling backward causing him to land flat on his back subsequently bouncing his head like a pool ball on the concrete floor. One man down.

The young Kling still raging at the insult delivered to his mother then kicked violently at the shocked dockworker attempting to help his fellow gang member. Mick’s kick landed squarely in the ribs of the man who spat invectives at Sofia.

Although the kick was strong and direct the dockworker shot up from his crouch and threw a punch at Mick. The strike effectively landed on Mick’s sternum and briefly squeezed the breath from his 28-year-old body.

Unfortunately for the dockworkers at that very moment, Alphonse returned to the Kling’s Clothing. He pointed his 38 caliber revolver at the two thugs.

Alphonse shouted, “Get out of my store, now!”

From that moment on Mick became a marked man targeted by the Zecco gang and in danger of being killed or severely injured as an example for rebelling against their protection being so kindly offered.

Mick left New York the next morning on a boat trip that docked in Daytona Beach, Florida and within the next few years, the entire Kling clan moved to various cities in Florida to escape the gangs in New York and take advantage of a state exploding in population and opportunities.

Revolver Pistol Cowboy from Pixabay

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