the woollahra hotel
a quiet Thursday morning
with few drinkers
on an overcast autumn day
the one barman polishing glass
the four men
– walk into the Hotel
into the bar
up to the counter
and order just three beers
– then drink them
one of the four unshaven
had recently had his throat cut
the raw livid scar and the stitching wounds were completely
the man was wearing a dark jacket
stained with the old blood
from the wound
– a large bulge pushed out the fabric from the left side
the Hotel Licensee’s wife was Abe Saffron’s only sister, Doreen
wasn’t there that day.
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I’m guessing Abe was not around alot at times like that, I base my guess on the fact he made it to 86.
Because of his criminal associations he was not allowed to become a licencee of a hotel in NSW, and what was more laughable – he wasn’t even allowed to enter the pub – every time he came around he had to meet his sister on the pavement.
Meanwhile he was operating 50% of every joint in the Cross – and had the NSW Government and the NSW police in his pocket – a problem yet to be solved –