“But couldn’t we just…”
“No Constance.” I said raising my voice. “Well she’s still pretty out of it. Porn Connie, can you do me a favor and make the airline reservations for me? She drank nearly a whole carton of ice cold orange juice. And in one sense maybe in some twisted way they have discovered something what most us working stiffs have not. It stopped, sped up, slowed down. “Well, we know she’s a street walker and where she lives. She was spewing obscenities. She sure knew her business alright. And a warm place to sleep. “Don’t you even want to hear about my day Connie?” I laughed. All the doors were locked and there were no messages on the phone. “Call me when you get there darling. Literally. I
