The Devil Wore A Brown Suit

Chapter 34: Part Two Queen Of Hell

The Devils Café was owned and operated by Mrs. Bee since her husband died. He bought the café because Bee loved the view from the balcony. It connected to her B & B, and she wanted to look out from the upstairs and drink her jack laced coffee every morning. She told him it would be a good business investment. He knew she loved the view. 

She went there every morning since they opened the B & B. He gave her the key to the Devils Café on their 10th wedding anniversary. She loved that little bar. Sam helped her run it when he was in New Orleans and now her daughter Maria and her son-in-law Ernie run it.

She doesn’t go upstairs as often. In her later years, her knees bother her too much to go up the steps to the view she loves so much. Now and then she will still make it up to her beloved view of the city. Bee has a passion for New Orleans. A passion only a lifelong resident of the city has. 

“Sam,” Maria called to him as he walked into the bar behind Angie. Sam waved as he and Angie made their way to the bar. Maria was not waiting for him to get to the bar. She ran straight to him. “I have missed you.” She grabbed him and kissed him on the check. “Are you back?” she asked.

Angie stepped up. “Yep, and ask him he who has with him,” Angie says.

“Not her,” Maria says.

“Let’s not do this,” Sam says. “I need a drink,” Sam walks to the bar.  

“Is it bad?” Maria asks Angie.

“You do not understand. I dislike what is going on. I tell you. It is not good.” Angie says.

different. They were going to make sure he came out of this. Their worst fear was Camilla Dawn going

so dark it would scare the devil. Angie and Maria were both witches. Maria and her

and taking them to anyone on the street. She made small bags to give the homeless. Maria loved to

homeless. Maria found her on the street with her dog. Angie walked out of a terrible relationship with nothing

her to get her dog off the street. Maria knew there was something special about her and took her to the B

loved her as much as he loved Angie. No one messed with the ladies

a bottle. He had a feeling the girls were about to lay into him and he was not about to have this conversation sober. The bartender put a bottle of whiskey on the

 “How many glasses do you need, Sam?” Bob asked. Bob was another

 “I guess three. If they stop gossiping before I

Bob, is the jukebox still out

is. Do you need

Sam says. He

to drink to bring a glass.” Sam

hell is Sam

the entire bottle and starts playing

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