Rosie and Sal–Not exactly a love story …

Once Upon A Time The End

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It’s another flash in the pan, sent to me by Anne R. Allen …

“She wasn’t like the others.”


The Car …

Rosie sat at the conference table, her hands folded in her lap. She saw Ira’s mouth moving. “Rosie, did you hear me?”

The pounding in her ears subsided and she realized her attorney had been talking to her. “No, actually, I didn’t.”

“Have you made a decision about the car?”

The car, the car, the car … the words echoed in her brain. He never cared about me at all. All he cared about was that lousy car. “Get one more postponement.” She grabbed her purse and rushed to the door. “I can’t do this today. Postpone until next week. I’ll know by then.”

Benny Petrucci was a smart man and not prone to emotional outbursts.  He had made a fortune on his will and cunning.  He actually admired Rosemary.  She had found all the ways he “cooked” the books, hid revenue and falsified invoices.  She knew all the links with each of his businesses and their actual wealth.  He looked at the numbers again impressed she was so close to the mark.

“Tell me what she wants to keep this out of the courts, Ira?”

“Considering she worked for free five years, I think you’re getting off easy.” Ira slipped a folder across the table. “She’ll give you her final decision about the car next week.”

Benny took his son Sal for a long drive.  “Listen to me and learn something. She wasn’t like the others. This one’s got a brain and she’d got me over a barrel.  She has all the numbers and she knows what’s she talking about.”

“Always looking like such an innocent kid.”

“Sal, listen to me. She was smarter than even I thought.  You love the other one. I don’t want you having a baby while you’re still married. This business needs to be done fast and outside of the court.  Rosemary can have what she wants.”


“But not the car.”

To sweeten the deal Benny included a year-old Chrysler LaBaron. Rosie agreed to surrender the car the end of May and in June she was still giving Sal a hard time.

Sal was waiting for her when she came to pick up her things from their apartment. In fifteen minutes, she came out with two small boxes. “These are yours.”  She handed him the keys to the front door and the mailbox. “I’m living in Angie’s house on Benson. The furniture and stuff is yours.”

“No it’s not Sal.  None of you ever asked if I wanted or liked one single thing.  Like these.”  She took the engagement and wedding rings and handed them to him. “None of it was ever mine, not the apartment, the stuff in it or any part of the marriage.”

“What about the car?  You know that’s not yours either.”

“And keeping it where you can’t get your hands on it gives me pleasure.” She pointed to her chest. “Me, the stupid kid with no guts and no mouth is not done hurting you.” She put the boxes in her trunk and drove off.

When the marriage of Sal and Rosie had been arranged, the two mothers went to the cousins for the rings and the wholesalers for the furniture. Sal tried to reason with his father. “I love Angie.”

“Angie’s a putana. Marry Rosie, she’s a good girl. I’ll teach her bookkeeping or something.”

He never talked to her about why he didn’t want to have a baby with her, why he refused to share their bed. He left her to sleep with Angie. Rosie did what she was told and worked for his father.

The first time Sal took The Car out of his father’s private garage they drove down to the Jersey Shore.  The summer heat was blowing against her face and she gazed out the window, thinking, This is really freedom.  Just riding.  Getting in and letting a set of wheels take you as far as you can go

She looked over at Sal and was about to tell him they should keep driving all the way down and stay the weekend, but he was off somewhere.  She wondered what was in his head when he drove.  Did he wish he could keep going and never turn back?

“Make sure you never eat in this car or I’ll crack you.”  It was the first and last time they drove in the car together.

A month before Angie was due, mothers once again arranged a marriage. Rose went to Angie’s place and rang the bell. She was big and showing. “Hey, Sal, your X is here.” She rubbed her belly and smiled, “Got a good one in the oven here, Rosie. Bet it’s a boy.”

He came down the steps of the front porch in his bare feet, no shirt and jeans with the top button open.  For a moment she took in her breath.  She had to admit, he wasn’t that hard to look at.

“Well, well, if this don’t beat all.  You talking to me without your mouthpiece?”

“Don’t make this harder than it is.”  She held her hand out.

“Here is the ticket and the location for the car. The bill has been paid. You can go and get it anytime.”

“Why are you doing this now?”

“I got what was rightfully mine, what I earned and what I needed to get my life back.  Your dad was right.  I have no right to that car.” She looked up at Angie and then again at Sal. “You know, when I drove it, I understood why you loved it so much. And now you’ll never get in it ever again without thinking of me.”

Her voice was cracking and she turned her face away quickly to recover. “You never gave me a chance, never told me they did the same to you.”

His face softened and he was able to see why his father admired her for fighting for what was hers.  You see, no emotion, just business.  Except for the car.  She really doesn’t want the car.  She took that because of Angie.  So she could hurt you.

“The Chrysler is a better car for you. Go to the shop and Dad’ll give you the LaBaron.”

Angie walked down the steps just then, like a territorial animal claiming her prize.  “Yeah, yeah, see ya, wouldn’t wanna be ya. The weddin’s in two weeks, don’t wait for your invite.”

Rosemary turned back just for a second and caught a glimpse of them walking back up the steps. She saw how they looked at each other, how he held Angie’s middle, she leaned on his arm.

In the house, Sal kissed her cheek. “You look tired baby. Sit down and put your feet up.”   He stood up just then and saw Rosemary driving away. And now you’ll never get in it ever again without thinking of me. 

The next day, she went to Benny’s shop and picked up the LaBaron.

Two weeks later, before Fourth of July, Rosie sat for over an hour on the shoulder of the road the way she had dozens of times in the past five years. She shook her hair out, took her shoes off, put the radio on very loud and drove over the Outer Bridge Crossing headed to the New Jersey Shore.           

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The original owner of the car was Elvis. On the dash board just above the radio was a wooden plaque with gold lettering – Gracie.  She was one of his first and always his favorite, but as it was his way he gladly gave it up to a group for a charity auction.  Two weeks after The King’s  death, Benny paid three times the projected amount.


Cars and romance …

Not exactly a love story or the best kind?

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22 responses to “Rosie and Sal–Not exactly a love story …

  1. Sigh – cars AND the King! Great story – thanks for sharing. Especially the photo! I’m still in love with that man….


  2. Thanks for another good story. This blog is a gift.


  3. christicorbett

    Love this one too! You have such a gift for storytelling, these posts are a treat 🙂

    Christi Corbett


  4. Vicki Batman

    Hi, Florence. You know my love for cars. Sigh. I come by it honestly, My dad-helicopter, airplane, and car mechanic. On a sad note, I’m no longer driving my 1999 Jeep Wrangler. Now, I have a Jeep Patriot. I like it, but it isn’t the Wrangler. All old guys hit on me at the gas station when I drove the Wrangler. Hugs.


    • Vicki, I grew up with a car nut, collector, and all-around-car expert. I was sixteen when my big brother took me out in his Austin Healey and opened her up for me. My dream? An MGB roadster classic. I use that one in one of my books. I actually thought about you when I put up this post. Oh yeah, he had a Wrangler too. I love that your three passions are writing, cars and handbags … there must be a connection there somewhere 🙂


  5. Elvis…what a voice. 🙂 I don’t know anything about his car, but I loved the story you told, Florence. You always have such a way of getting inside your characters.


  6. Such great storytelling. If flows so seamlessly. Thank you.


  7. Another terrific read, Florence. You’ve so captured the characters and their place in time, they’ll never be forgotten. Adding Elvis and his vehicle at the close anchors the entire story. Brilliant in every short story!


  8. Ugh . . . reminds me of my dad! He’s never met a car he didn’t like . . . sucked to drive around town with him when I was little, lol.


  9. YIPPEE! Another stellar read by Florence.

    Romance and cars? Don’t exactly go together? Your city teen years are showing, Florence. We country girls loved steaming up the windows of cars on back country roads. Hope I don’t have to fill in the blanks for you… *saucy grin*

    Sigh. Special memories of time spent with my HS sweetheart.


  10. I quite enjoyed this, Florence. I’m not a car person, but know many people who are. I love how she planted the seed that he’d never get in that car without thinking of her. Clever!

    Oh, and Elvis, can’t go wrong there.


    • Thanks so much, Laura. Who doesn’t love the legends of The King? There is a long history of the cars he bought and gave to people and I had wanted to do something about one of his pink Caddy’s for a while. Glad you enjoyed it 🙂


  11. annerallen

    Sorry I missed this. That was a bad weekend for me–would have been my mom’s 93rd birthday. So now I’m catching up.

    And what a story! Every word vibrates with authenticity. I’m so proud that my little prompt launched such a great piece.


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