Meanwhile, Michael grabbed hold of Fredo in the Palace proper. Tracfone executives were there, and the Chek Cola people, big money, all, hoping to open up new markets in the communist burg. But it was all falling down. Michael pulled Fredo close: "I know it was you!" he told Fredo, then kissed him smack on the mouth, which confused the weak-minded Fredo.
|Michael embracing Fredo, and Fredo's life flashing before his eyes, moments before the kiss.|
But make no mistake. Fredo was scared. Fredo was fascinated with near-death experiences, and now his whole life was flashing before his eyes! He knew, in his heart of hearts, this was a green light for assassins to come for him.
The dike-buster golem was tearing buildings apart down the street.
The ppl's were skeert. Inconsolable. Only the two women stood in the way of the Dike-Buster Golem, and those two, with tiny delicate ankles and wrists, with that much holding the balance of power. Miss Havana 2012 stepped-up first, just like her chronology, and was promptly ripped in twain, and then the Golem put his mouth of the cleft of the mortal wound and inflated her like a balloon. It was grisly. Her hair turned grey instantly as her body had ripped apart. In failure, fear had overtaken her, and she was tossed the ground, discarded and to be forgotten, like a hotdog wrapper.
Back at the palace, Fredo was running away from Michael like a scared little girl. All his journals and research about near-death experiences had not prepared him for the blinding rush of chemicals that overtake the body; his fear had been geniune and over-powering, dominating his otherwise weak but quite practical mind.
The Cliffhanger ending? A kiss seals the deal. Miss Havana 2013 kissed the Golem, melting its heart completely and the ending was butterflies and kittens, and not just any kittens, but kittens that looked like both of them, those two that fought then kissed that epic day.