The Penniless Pensioner: Misaligned, Maligned but Marvellous (The Final Version): Chapter 34: Ginevra Get Your Gun: Is My Sweet Campanian Plum a Ruthless Killer?

Dear reader you must sense I am all shook up. A gangland attack which very nearly killed me and a cold-blooded execution of two young teenagers Guido and Lino by Don Lupara all in one day. If it wasn’t for my sweet Campanian plum Ginevra, I would be hightailing it out this Neapolitan Truman Capote nightmare.

I was reeling even further when Ginevra said I should be a man and suck it up. What!!! As for those teens she made a cruel remark that the little two-timing shits deserved it! Is my sweet little plum also a scorpion?

She relented somewhat and with a cuddle and a kiss suggested we go visit the old family summer compound on the Bay of Naples. So the following day flanked by a heavily armed security team we drove off with a picnic lunch and a bottle of Lacryma de Christi red wine from grapes grown on the volcanic slopes of Mount Vesuvius.

The summer compound was in a ramshackle state but on a beautiful beach. Ginevra said it would be ours and would be fully renovated by Daddy and Mommy as our wedding gift.

Ginevra’s anti tank weapon: A Serbian Vlad 600

Ginerva took her bag from one of the cars and pulled out a machine gun, pistols and an anti-tank weapon. Looking me in eye she said it was time for target practice? Mannequins had been placed at several different distances (prearranged it seems) and before I knew it her barrage of bullets had smashed the mannequins to smithereens. I found it odd she had a Smith and Wesson revolver from the 1860’s. Very Annie Oakley I thought. The last target was an old rowboat that some of the security detail had placed 100 metres off the shore. Ginevra lifted the huge anti-tank weapon like it was a toothpick aimed and blew the rowboat out of the water in a huge yellow and orange explosion. She suggested it was my turn next! I responded perhaps some other day!  With a big smile Ginerva asked what I thought of her skills. I was too dumbfounded to answer. She responded it was time to talk about our future. Indeed it was! She gave me a wink and asked if I was “turned on” by all this shooting? Not really. I felt like puking.

Published by Robert K Stephen (CSW)

Robert K Stephen writes about food ,drink, travel, film, and lifestyle issues. He also has published serialized novels "Life at Megacorp", "Virus # 26, "Reggie the Egyptian Rescue Dog" and "The Penniless Pensioner" Robert was the first associate member of the Wine Writers’ Circle of Canada. He also holds a Mindfulness Certification from the University of Leiden and the University of Toronto. Be it Spanish cured meat, dried fruit, BBQ, or recycled bamboo place mats, Robert endeavours to escape the mundane, which is why he has established this publication. His motto is, "Have Story, Will Write."

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