Little Easter
Little Easter
“My brain was too busy treading water to care much. I noticed him and I didn’t. If he noticed me, Vinny didn’t show it. Labs rats are like that. I decided the walk down would do me good.
When did I ever know what was good for me? The steps made my knees sore and my sore knees reminded me that healing ribs prefer elevators. Hell, my aches and pains were the up side of my descent of Everest. There are protozoa streetwise enough not to carry a tenth of a million bucks down deserted stairwells. Hello! I could’ve been rolled easier than a bagel and my body wouldn’t’ve been discovered until the next fire drill.
So, I wasn’t thinking straight. I was too preoccupied by today’s episode of the Dante and Larry Show to think straight. Those two had blown enough smoke up my ass to hickory cure my colon. If Gandolfo truly didn’t care about Azrael, why bother to meet me at all? Not coming would have made the point with more elegance than threats and denials. And if he did care, again, why meet me?
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