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bond that can only happen on a dance floor happened in a cafe off Frenchman
Street among four unlikely characters: a man who was about to die; his friend,
an illiterate Cajun French yardman; and two of the most successful women in New
Orleans.
Aging Captain Gabriel Jordan, retired, was given two months to live, three months before he met "Peck"--Boudreau Clemont Finch--a groundskeeper on the back lawn of his hospice on Bayou Carencro, Louisiana. It was at the hospice that Gabe told Peck his dream of seeing the Newport Jazz Festival before he died. They became friends, and Peck offered to help grant his wish by taking him there.
And they began their journey.
It quickly became a journey with complications and setbacks. They saved each other many times, but they were in turn saved by two extraordinary women: Sasha (Michelle Lissette), a real estate agent in New Orleans's posh Garden District, and her best friend, Lily Cup (Lily Cup Lorelei Tarleton), a criminal attorney.
Less than a year before the events in Mamma's Moon, Gabe and Peck wandered into Charlie's Blue Note, a small jazz bar in a side alley just off Frenchman Street, where the music was live and mellow and the dancing warm and sensual.
Here they encountered Sasha and Lily Cup, and amid the music, the dancing, the food, the flirting, and the cigar smoke, the four formed an unusual and lasting friendship that would see them each through a series of crises, disappointments, life-threatening situations, and moments of great joy and satisfaction.
Aging Captain Gabriel Jordan, retired, was given two months to live, three months before he met "Peck"--Boudreau Clemont Finch--a groundskeeper on the back lawn of his hospice on Bayou Carencro, Louisiana. It was at the hospice that Gabe told Peck his dream of seeing the Newport Jazz Festival before he died. They became friends, and Peck offered to help grant his wish by taking him there.
And they began their journey.
It quickly became a journey with complications and setbacks. They saved each other many times, but they were in turn saved by two extraordinary women: Sasha (Michelle Lissette), a real estate agent in New Orleans's posh Garden District, and her best friend, Lily Cup (Lily Cup Lorelei Tarleton), a criminal attorney.
Less than a year before the events in Mamma's Moon, Gabe and Peck wandered into Charlie's Blue Note, a small jazz bar in a side alley just off Frenchman Street, where the music was live and mellow and the dancing warm and sensual.
Here they encountered Sasha and Lily Cup, and amid the music, the dancing, the food, the flirting, and the cigar smoke, the four formed an unusual and lasting friendship that would see them each through a series of crises, disappointments, life-threatening situations, and moments of great joy and satisfaction.
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Did you murder the kid, Gabe?” Lily Cup asked. The aging
army captain, veteran of Korea and Vietnam, lowered his newspaper just enough
to see over the entertainment page.
“Close the door, honey, AC’s on,” Gabe said.
In a tight, black skirt with a tailored matching waistcoat
and white Nike walking shoes, she leaned and propped a black leather briefcase
against the wall by the door. She stood like an exasperated tomboy, adjusting
and refastening the diamond brooch on her lapel.
“I heard you’ve been walking with a cane, dancing man.
What’s that all about? You’ve never carried a cane. You jazz dance for hours a
couple of nights a week and Sasha tells me you started carrying one everywhere
you go when you don’t need one. It’s smelling pretty premeditated to me,
Gabe. What’s up with the cane thing?”
“Does Sasha know about this morning?”
“I haven’t told her anything. She’d have a canary.”
Gabe lifted the paper again to read.
“I need to know if it was murder,” Lily Cup said.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Gabe said.
He closed the paper, folded it in half, and in half again.
Dropping it on the arm of the chair, he stood and left the room.
“Define murder,” he said from the kitchen.
She tossed a handbag and white driving gloves onto the other
chair, lifted Chanel sunglasses to the top of her head.
“Gee, I’ll have to think on this one. Hmmm…Oh, I know. How
about the police have a cane with blood on it and there’s a dead man.”
“It’s a walking stick. My cane is over by the door.”
“Well now it’s a goddamned murder weapon. They checked for
prints, and yours are the only prints on it, and their guess is the lab will
say the blood has his DNA.”
Gabe came out with a coffee urn in one hand and his finger
and thumb through two empty cup handles. He held the cups out for her to take
one.
“No more,” Gabe said.
“You’re rather nonchalant for the spot you’re in. Why’d you
clam up on me like that at the precinct? It didn’t set well with any of them.
The DA entered a charge of second-degree murder. The police chief put out a
warrant for you from lunch at Brennan’s.”
He held the empty cups closer to her.
“Just made it. Chicory and cinnamon.”
“If you had television you’d have seen it—‘Daylight killing
on St. Charles Avenue.’ It’s all over the news, freaking out the DA and the
Visitors Bureau. No telling how many videos from streetcars going by will wind
up on You Tube.”
“That’s enough,” Gabe said.
“People can live with violence after dark. That’s expected
in any city, but when it’s in broad daylight, forget it. The DA pushed for an
early docket with a magistrate and it’s Tulane and Broad for you at nine a.m.
tomorrow.”
“What’s Tulane and Broad?”
“Magistrate Court. Congratulations, Gabe, you made the big
time. You have to appear before a magistrate to hear the second-degree murder
charge against you.”
She took an empty cup in one hand, pinched his arm with the
other.
“Look me in the eye and swear it wasn’t murder,” Lily Cup
said.
“This some kind of technique they teach at Harvard Law, Miss
Tarleton?”
Read this great Interview with Jerome Mark Antil. Click HERE
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
JEROME MARK ANTIL writes in several genres. He has been called a
“greatest generation’s Mark Twain,” a “write what you know Ernest Hemingway,”
and “a sensitive
Foreword’s
Book of the Year Finalist for The Book of Charlie – historical fiction and The
Long Stem is in the Lobby – nonfiction humor. Library Journal selected
Hemingway, Three Angels and Me for best reads during Black History Month.
Before
picking up the pen, Antil spent his professional career writing and marketing
for the business world. In this role, he lectured at universities - Cornell,
St. Edward’s, and Southern Methodist. His inspirations have been John
Steinbeck, Mark Twain, and Ernest Hemingway.
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