and I don’t think that would look great in
"Wipe that goofy expression off your face," I said to Bob. "You’re not fooling anyone. You ate my couch. There are big holes in all the cushions, and all the insides are coming out."
There was a piece of fiberfill stuck to Bob’s lip. I picked it off and dropped it on the floor with all the other big fluffy blobs of fiberfill.
"I hope this works," I said to Bob. "The alternative is stun gun, and I don’t think that would look great in Val’s wed-ding album."
I took Bob out for a walk around the block. When he was empty, we drove to the bonds office.
Lula and Connie were huddled together when I walked in.
"Look at this big-ass box of chocolates I got," Lula said, working her way around a lump of caramel. "I got it from my sweetie for Valentine’s Day. This here’s gonna be the best Valentine’s Day ever."
Connie and Lula had the huge red heart sitting on Con-nie’s desk. The top was off and the box was half empty.
"You better get some before they’re all gone," Connie said to me. "We decided this was lunch."
"Which sweetie sent this?" I asked Lula.
"The big sweetie," Lula said. "And anyways, I only got one sweetie now. He’s my great huge gigantic hunk of burning love. You don’t think Ranger will actually kill him, do you?"
"Ranger and Tank are like brothers."
"Yeah, but remember in The Godfather where they offed poor Fredo?"
"Ranger’s not going to off Tank."
I suspected Ranger would privately think the whole jail thing was pretty funny.
"What’s up today?" Lula wanted to know.
"I’m going to check on Jeanine and Charlene and Larry Burlew. Want to ride along?"
"Hell yeah. I could use some air after eating all this candy. I’m feeling seasick. And what’s with that nasty red thing in the middle of your forehead? You keep scratch-ing at it. And you got another one in the middle of your cheek."
I ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. I had hives! Shit. Double shit.
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