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always runs the risk of a public relations faux pas, embarrassing but not really all that dangerous since you can’t sue Indians.
    For the moment, King George just nursed his coffee and listened in on what the couple imagined might be the true happy ending to their scenario.
    “We could get married,” mused Charles.
    The young girl leapt to her feet, danced around the table, and planted a kiss on his lips.
    Some midnight snackers looked up from their macaroni and meat sauce, thinking some lucky bastard had hit a Keno combo.
    “Yes! Yes! Yes!” she trilled, though to King George’s ears it sounded like something less than an actual proposal of marriage. Charles smiled, entertained by her youthful enthusiasm, as was King George, in his way, but he never smiled. Stoicism was his birthright.
    “We could leave the country,” she said, still on her feet, “we could get married in Hawaii. That’d prove to everybody we were seriously in love, that would show the whole world the power of love over cops.”
    “It’s a thought,” said Houser.
    “Yes, yes, yes!” she accepted for the sixth time.
    “If we even could get legally married…” Charles mused.
    “If? Why can’t we? Legally married? Can’t we?”
    “Maybe. For sure we’d need your mother’s permission, though. Hawaii’s, you know, a state.”
    “Shit…. There’s always something shooting down a cool idea. Wait. You know what? She might go for it. She might be glad to get rid of me. She always calls me a real handful . She gets all drama queeny and goes, ‘You are the revenge of my own youth.’ She might be thrilled to have you take me off her hands!”
    He talked to her in a soft and loving way, trying to calm her down. “Things have to cool down a bit, honey. Before we can bring up that subject with you mother. We have to get her on our side, after everything cools to a simmer.”
    King George made up his mind that some action was necessary. Casino security, indeed, the tribal police, had long suffered disrespect from the sheriff’s department and the white population of the island. Though sovereign, the tribal efforts at law enforcement, especially as it applied to non-tribal members, were for the most part ignored. Traffic tickets, for example, were routinely torn up and scattered in the wind. It was embarrassing.
    King George was surprised that when they finished their food, the lovers went in two different directions. He chose to follow the girl to the bank of three public phones where she placed a collect call. King George picked up one of the other phones, turned his back to her, and listened.
    “Hi, Mom, how’re you? Look, I’m okay, okay? I’m with a friend, okay? No, a girlfriend…you don’t know her, okay? I have lots of friends you don’t know. Nancy, all right? Her name is fucking Nancy, and we’re in California, okay? I’m not sure…between San Francisco and Los Angeles.”
    Seems she got busted on that because the operator must have told the mother where the call was coming from. There was a little bit of controlled screaming, from both ends of the line. The girl turned it back on her mother, blaming her for always making her lie. There was hissing and half-said rebuttals and counter-accusations before the mother said something that stopped the daughter and changed her tone of voice. “They are? The cops? It’s none of their business! I don’t know where he is, okay? I thought he was back there. Tell the cops I’m all right and I don’t know where he is, okay? How do you know? You think you know everything. All right, all right, yeah, we’re together, but nobody is ever gonna separate us. Mom? Listen, Mom? You ought to give us permission to get married.”
    Apparently the mother thought that was a terrible idea, because the girl kept repeating the words why not with growing intensity until she split them with the word fucking .
    King George hung up his phone and walked slowly toward the man, who was at the craps