"Farchrisake!” Abel's voice boomed in the darkness startling the old woman out of her wits, and "Ahab," she cried grabbing her bosom in horror.
“Turn that light back on, now,” he commanded as the woman struggled to find the switch. A moment later she was able to catch her breath squinting her eyes in the light to see him, "I didn't know anyone else was here," she said, realizing then it was not Ahab behind the bar, and her eyes widened in total fear. She stumbled backwards into the door hitting the back of her head.
"That’s right, it is I. The other one you so ardently hate.”
"I don't hate you so much," she said raising her chin.
"I’m flattered you care,” Abel said rolling his eyes and pouring the martini he had just made down the drain; then looking at her directly he continued softly, “Are you all right? I mean, you didn’t hurt yourself when you struck the door?”
“I’m fine, but I thank you very much for asking.”
“Very well then,” Abel said flashing an abrupt smile. “Can you now do me a great favor as to be so kind and humble as to go back to your room this minute.”
“This minute," she snorted. "How dare you speak to me in that manner. I'm your mother."
“Yes, let’s not forget your maternal devotion that’s neither here nor there.”
“I happen to get an allowance every month, young fellow. Ahab deposits it in the bank to-"
“What has this request to obey me have anything to do with Ahab? Ahab, Ahab, he’s all you think about.”
“Ahab goes to the bank every month to-"
"Ahab made those deposits of your measly pennies alright every month into his own personal account. Right down to your last nickel. Nothing is left, you silly, pathetic woman.”
“In fact, if not for me he would have let this house foreclose from right under your nose being in cahoots with that charlatan, Orin Nichols, who was not a realtor and nothing more than a pornographer-"
"Ahab wouldn’t have. Why must you make up filthy lies?"
"I just can't get it,” Abel said throwing his hands up in the air helplessly. "After all the miserable years you've spent with Ahab, you insist defending him against me when it was Ahab who depleted his inheritance, made nothing of himself; then defrauded you, his beloved mother, out everything you had."
"I'll get Ahab. He'll speak the truth unlike your filthy lies."
” Then you’ll have to go all the way to Turk Street to find your baby boy.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Of course not,” said Abel. “Ahab has been evicted.”
"Yes, discarded into the trash like an old shoe.."
"But why, Abel?"
"Because he’s no good. You can’t support him anymore, and I definitely won’t support the bastard.”
"Ahab can't be gone," she snapped. "He simply can't be. Why would you evict him? Your own brother? It was because of her, wasn’t it? Her! That woman?"
"Why mother,” Abel said, “you are that woman…”