’ I shook his hand. I guess that’s what you’re supposed to do. It wasn’t the limp handshake I had been expecting, but neither was it the kind ... experienced from the guys in my crowd, the kind that said, ‘I’m better than you.’ He did have a nice smile. It was warm and friendly as if he really was happy to meet me. But it wasn’t the kind that said he had been set up with a hot one. He showed no awe of me, which was very surprising, because almost everyone else did, including women. ‘I can’t stay. And she could talk a dog off a meat wagon.Suddenly her jabbering came into focus as she uttered the words that made my blood turn cold. " ... and Tori and Cassy will be back from church camp in a couple of hours. This is their last day." Church camp, geez..." I thought. "that otta make 'em really in a great mood when they see me." "Tori is dying to see you" Aunt Amy rambled on. "they both are, but Tori seemed especially excited when I told them." "That's great..." I said. Thinking "yeah, she's. I had no intention of cooking on an empty stomach since I might not get out for almost 24hours, I bought a pizza at that carry out place. That and a six pack of diet coke was my plan for the next three meals at least.Once I got the mash cooking, I went onto the Internet to check things out. I researched pontoon boats and cook stoves. I did lots of checking of things some related to the liquor and some related to things in general.On of the things I looked for was batteries for the trike, I was. “Jeez, lady. You don’ wanna go there. Where ya’ from, Paducah?”I could do New York. And did it pretty well. “No, I am not from Paducah. Sutton Place. Where are you from, Arthur Avenue?” Tourist stretch.That had him muttering to himself, “Okay, your funeral. I ain’t waiting round.”“Yes, in fact you are. According to Mr. Goldstein.”More muttering.He crossed the East River on the 59th Street Bridge, just as if we were heading to LaGuardia. Turned up some terrible techno-rock, mostly drums. I sat.
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