The Professional
“I preferred the plain ones. Belson liked the ones with strawberry frosting and sprinkles.
“What kind of sissy eats strawberry-frosted donuts?” I said.
“With jimmies,” Belson said.
“I had too much respect for you,” I said, “even to mention the jimmies.”
“Thanks,” Belson said. “My poetic side.”
“Um,” I said.
“You know that Jackson’s widow has moved in with your boy Goran?”
“And his girlfriend,” I said.
“What the fuck is that about?” Belson said.
“Love?” I said.
Belson looked at me as if I had just spit up.
“They did the will,” Belson said. “She is now worth eighty million, seven hundred, and twenty-three bucks.”
“More or less,” I said.
“That’s the number they gave me,”
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