Page 30 of Second Quarter Comeback
Camille: Oh, right, you’re the good twin. How’s the black sheep of the duo? I heard he’s engaged. True, or is it a publicity stunt to make him look good?
Killion: If you’re a good girl, I’ll introduce you to Val. You’re going to like her.
Camille: Don’t do that.
Killion: What did I do? Tell you I’ll introduce you to Val?
Camille: Call me a good girl. I know where that’s going.
Killion: Baby, I’ll go wherever you allow me to.
Camille: Behave.
Killion: I’m behaving unless you request it any other way.
Camille: I appreciate you taking care of Ben, but keep your dirty words (and paws) to yourself.
Killion: I want something in exchange for the feline.
Camille: You can keep him and take it . . . Where are you going again?
Killion: Seattle, and yes, if anything, I cantake him with me.
Camille: That’ll be kidnapping.
Killion: More like catnapping, but I have proof in these texts that it’s you who doesn’t want to pay for catsitting.
Camille: I’m confused and busy. I’ll see you at one and there won’t be any reward or payment.
Chapter Seventeen
Killion: How’s my pal Ben?
Camille: He’s not your friend.
Killion: I’d like to differ. By the time I dropped him off with you, we were chatting about . . . well, everything: life, kitties, and his future.
Camille: We had a long talk and he’s now aware that you’re a persona non grata. Ashbies don’t like you.
Killion: Why are you manipulating your kitty? That’s notvery nice, Camille.
Camille: I can be mean, sue me.
Killion: I won’t sue you, but can you tell me why you became the hoochy coach?
Camille: I’m not the hoochy coach.
Killion: My apologies. The Happy Hoo-Ha Coach. That’s a catchy name. I thought you like to call any anatomic part of the body by its name. What’s the story there, Cami?
Camille: It’s Camille. Not Cami nor Cam.
Killion: That still doesn’t answer my question. I heard you’re a surgeon, and yet you have videos on how to tighten cunts.
Camille: I do and I’m not ashamed of it, if that’s what these questions are trying to do.
Killion: No, I’m curious. I remember you didn’t know your specialty. I want to know how you went from ‘I have no idea’ to . . . being an online sensation.
Camille: (rolls eyes)
