Page 88 of Duty and Desire
He thought that.
He honest to God thought that.
And something had to be done about it.
So I decided instead of findingTammyand taking herdownI had bigger fish to fry.
Though I couldn’t fry them shopping in King Soopers.
“Let’s get this finished,” I mumbled.
“Thank Christ,” he said and let me go.
He went back to the cart.
I’d lost my list somewhere along the way.
Oh well.
Fuck it.
I’d wing it and if we forgot something, we’d come back.
We had to get this done.
I had fish to fry.
CHAPTER 6
TELL THEM TO WORK FASTER
Mo
He’d thought he’d wanted her back in the way he could have her, that was chattering at him and being comfortable in his presence.
Another mistake.
He had her back, but she wasn’t back, as such.
Any man would read it the way Mo was reading it.
She was his.
He knew this partly because the floodgates had reopened on the gabbing, but apparently, it’d been a rainy season because she seemed incapable of shutting up.
He now knew about all the girls at Smithie’s, who was putting themselves through school, who baked the best cookies, who knew the best zit-covering strategy, and who they were fucking, one doing a bouncer.
He further knew that Smithie would find out about the bouncer, because he always found out, and fraternization between employees was prohibited.
He also knew Smithie would go apeshit, but in the end not do anything but be loud and threatening while going apeshit, which was why the strippers routinely slept with the bouncers regardless that it was against employee policy.
And he knew Lottie’s mom and Tex were always on her ass about adopting a coupla cats.
Further from that, he knew she was considering it, she just was building herself up to go to the shelters because when she did, if she hadn’t established impulse control, she wouldn’t adopt a couple of cats, she’d adopt fifty (this, by the way, he did not find a surprise).
And he knew her neighbors were being dickheads not because they had an outdoor TV, but because they played it loud and they did this a lot.
Mo had no idea what this all had to do with grocery shopping, the subject around which he’d like any conversation to remain, except they weren’t grocery shopping, him as bodyguard with his boss’s client.
