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.

Maria and Angie had made a habit of looking after Sam. This would be no different. They were going

to make sure he came out of this. Their worst fear was Camilla Dawn going back to the black magic.

What Camilla practiced was beyond black magic, it was something so dark it would scare the devil.

Angie and Maria were both witches. Maria and her husband were quite hippy types. They loved

everyone.

Maria fed the homeless when she wasn’t at the bar. If she had a moment to spare, she was fixing Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

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

loved to serve her fellow human beings.

Angie came to work for Bee when she was homeless. Maria found her on the street with her dog.

Angie walked out of a terrible relationship with nothing but her dog.

When Angie met Maria, she asked her to get her dog off the street. Maria knew there was something

special about her and took her to the B & B. She put her and Wally up at the B & B that night.

The next day Bee gave her a job. Angie has been there ever since. Wally was protective of Mrs. Bee.

He loved her as much as he loved Angie. No one messed with the ladies at the B & B. Wally was

sweet, but he would eat you up if you messed with his women.

Sam settled down at the bar. He asked the bartender for 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 bar.

“How many glasses do you need, Sam?” Bob asked. Bob was another homeless man Maria had given

a job to.

“I guess three. If they stop gossiping before I finish it without them.” Sam replied.

“Hey Bob, is the jukebox still out back?” Sam asked.

“It sure is. Do you need some quarters?” Bob answers.

“No man. I still remember the code.” Sam says. He takes his bottle and a glass.

“Hey, Bob. Tell them if they want to drink to bring a glass.” Sam says. Sam heads outback to the old

jukebox.

“Where the hell is Sam going?” Angie asks.

“Probably to the Jukebox. We better hurry before he drinks the entire bottle and starts playing tear in

my beer music.” Maria says.

The two walk up to the bar to speak briefly to Bob and head outback to Sam and the jukebox.

The two hustle to the back. Sam is at the old jukebox looking at the same selection that was there 10

years ago. “You find anything, Sam?” the girls ask him.

Sam was standing at the box, drinking straight from the whiskey bottle. “Not yet.” He answers.

“You know we will not ask you about her tonight, but tomorrow we need answers,” Angie says. Maria

agrees.

“Thanks. Because I cannot do this right now.” Sam says.

“Did you get us a glass?” Angie asks.

“No, he did not get us a glass. Pass that bottle, Sam.” Maria says.

The three pass the bottle and listen to the juke for the rest of the night. The three did not mention

Camilla or sins from the past. The three laughed and drank just like all friends. The night was full of

love and laughter.

Angie had hoped Sam would remember everything he had here in New Orleans before. They were

quite a pair. She had hoped for more, but he left after his children died. He couldn’t stand to be here

anymore.

She knew he was going to have a hard time here. Not only was Camilla Dawn back in his life, but he

had to come back to New Orleans and face the death of his children. Not only did he have to face it,

but he had to care for her and her new children.