Oh Hell
a paper cup of hot chocolate- sat neatly on the back of her neck
- Allan Goth, the unshutupable
- Nothing exotic.
- She’s a trained beautician
- “Well, Dr Greenlea,”
- we’re going to nail Aaron’s ex-wife
- The red-haired boy was on his left
- Oh hell
- I disagree with this brash fool
Oh hell. Here comes Allan Goth, the unshutupable. He’ll have some screwball order, as usual. “What’ll it be today, Al?”
“Nothing exotic. A paper cup of hot chocolate, with an olive.”
“Comin’ right up.” Weirdo.
“And later,” here he goes, he’ll talk all night, “we’re going to nail Aaron’s ex-wife. She’s a trained beautician if I’m a kangaroo. Which I’m not. Jeff should have listened to me and had his nails done at Mario’s, the red-haired boy was on his left and they were really hitting it off. I said he should stay, but he announced ‘I disagree with this brash fool‘ like he has any real sense of his own, I mean Aaron told him never to go near his ex but what do you think he did next?”
“Well, Dr Greenlea, my mom’s gynecologist, would say –”
“Screw that quack. He wasn’t even there. So Jeff lost a finger, long story short, and Aaron’s ex just saddled her mare and left. But I don’t know where she got such an odd saddle. And the horse must be a masochist if she likes it. The saddle she used sat neatly on the back of her neck.”