Prologue
2015 -- Villa Forenza Senior Apartments
Las Vegas, Nevada
When the EMTs found ‘Crazy Ava’ and placed her on the stretcher, her eyes were dazed and unresponsive. Almost as if, she had been frozen that way for hours without any discernible awareness of the outside world.
Early this morning, her usual sour expression was replaced with something agonized. Her mouth, draped half-open and her breath, once again, smelling like dog shit. But, clearly in an unresponsive stupor that appeared to be catatonic. Her limbs, extended in an odd waxy manner, seemed as if they’d been bent in awkward positions trying to fight.
At once, the medical technicians recognized her, having been to the same address several times in the past and recalling …show more content…
Even in stages of catatonia, one could see a hint of transgression on her face. Certainly, her hand wasn’t trembling in that professional-victim style of palsy, she adopted each time she was caught in a bit of larceny. At least, ever since she celebrated her descent into piousness, where in true Crazy Ava style, she went out like a bang; tipping the Jack Daniels bottle just enough, to get a few good swigs of lascivious impropriety; and cursing her own children for writing her off, right before she declared herself a Mormon. When she finally resigned herself to a puritanical existence, she pursed her lips, tilted her chin and sneered at every kindhearted, sappy soul that crossed her …show more content…
She emigrated here as a Hungarian refugee. But she has lived in the U.S. for decades.”
The manager studied the woman lying on the stretcher. The woman he knew approached life with a certain ribaldry and Hungarian indifference. Crazy Ava had never been a paragon of morality. Not with that face. But, she had never looked so helpless as now.
Up until now, he had known she was as tough as a piece of rawhide, and legendary among the jug-eared drunkards and broad-faced pimps with aggressive expressions, around town. Mostly known in go-go bars for slapping the shoulders of other local toughs and tossing her bets on the craps table, right beside them. That one old broad that was always praying that the dice would pay her threefold, and always with a cigarette dangling out of her mouth. Sometimes even beckoning fornicators with that Zsa Zsa 'dahling,' breathy voice. Saying, “For you, dear? I geeve you ver-ry dir-rty hot
2015 -- Villa Forenza Senior Apartments
Las Vegas, Nevada
When the EMTs found ‘Crazy Ava’ and placed her on the stretcher, her eyes were dazed and unresponsive. Almost as if, she had been frozen that way for hours without any discernible awareness of the outside world.
Early this morning, her usual sour expression was replaced with something agonized. Her mouth, draped half-open and her breath, once again, smelling like dog shit. But, clearly in an unresponsive stupor that appeared to be catatonic. Her limbs, extended in an odd waxy manner, seemed as if they’d been bent in awkward positions trying to fight.
At once, the medical technicians recognized her, having been to the same address several times in the past and recalling …show more content…
Even in stages of catatonia, one could see a hint of transgression on her face. Certainly, her hand wasn’t trembling in that professional-victim style of palsy, she adopted each time she was caught in a bit of larceny. At least, ever since she celebrated her descent into piousness, where in true Crazy Ava style, she went out like a bang; tipping the Jack Daniels bottle just enough, to get a few good swigs of lascivious impropriety; and cursing her own children for writing her off, right before she declared herself a Mormon. When she finally resigned herself to a puritanical existence, she pursed her lips, tilted her chin and sneered at every kindhearted, sappy soul that crossed her …show more content…
She emigrated here as a Hungarian refugee. But she has lived in the U.S. for decades.”
The manager studied the woman lying on the stretcher. The woman he knew approached life with a certain ribaldry and Hungarian indifference. Crazy Ava had never been a paragon of morality. Not with that face. But, she had never looked so helpless as now.
Up until now, he had known she was as tough as a piece of rawhide, and legendary among the jug-eared drunkards and broad-faced pimps with aggressive expressions, around town. Mostly known in go-go bars for slapping the shoulders of other local toughs and tossing her bets on the craps table, right beside them. That one old broad that was always praying that the dice would pay her threefold, and always with a cigarette dangling out of her mouth. Sometimes even beckoning fornicators with that Zsa Zsa 'dahling,' breathy voice. Saying, “For you, dear? I geeve you ver-ry dir-rty hot