The Crooked Finger

He was telling me about this place. Cajón del Diablo, down in Mexico. About this bungalow he had there. These avocado trees and orange trees he was growing. There's a beach closeby. A cove. Sounds nice. He had a girl there. Said he'd marry her. Tell me about it. Felicia was her name. She ran a cantina. He said, when she smiles – his words – you float. Lifts you up an inch … And? And what. It didn't happen. What didn't happen? It was Christmas. Ninety-eight. Clinton was getting reamed by Starr and his boys, remember? Clinton, what? You were telling me about this girl, Felicia, her smile. What didn't happen? Plans didn't work out. Plans? It was a diamond. This money he owed. A girl. Felicia, you mean – No, this other broad. Yoshi. A violinist. A what? She played the violin. She had a crooked finger. A what? A finger. Crooked. Like this. And Felicia, is that it, she gets jealous? Close. Not quite. Then tell me. … You heard of a guy named Momcilovic? Who? Let me tell you about Drago Momcilovic. He has this thing, in his head. … Right – here.