“You try to f**k The Gypsies, we got problems. You don’t want problems with me, motherfucker. I know you like toot, I know who you get your toot from and I know you’re tappin’
his piece. He’s a serious guy and he don’t like sharin’,
‘special y with a circus freak cracker. You want him to stay in the dark and you to stay supplied with blow, not to mention your piece of ass, you keep your f**kin’ mouth shut. Now, are we clear?”
Silence from Hugo and the phone.
Then Hugo said, “Damn straight, motherfucker,” he beeped off the phone and tossed it to me. “We’re good,” he told me calmly.
I blinked.
“We’re… good?” I asked hesitantly.
“Monk’s on board,” Hugo replied.
I threw out my arms. “Hugo, are you nuts? We can’t play tonight! We can’t play until this shit is over.”
“Be cool, mama, we’l be al right,” Hugo responded.
I stared at him, mouth open.
Everyone was nuts. Everyone, that was, but me.
“You’re nuts,” I told Hugo.
“Anyone want eggs? I’m cooking,” Leo cal ed from the kitchen.
“I’d kil for some eggs. You got bacon?” Pong asked me, entirely unaffected by al the scariness happening around him.
“You’re nuts too,” I said to Pong who just grinned at me and pushed off the bed.
“Toast. I need toast. With grape jel y. And loads of butter,” Buzz said, exiting the bed as wel .
“There’s bread. There’s bacon too,” Leo announced, head in the fridge.
I looked at Floyd.
Floyd didn’t look happy.
Final y, one sane person!
He stared at me and shook his head.
I waited for him to intervene, to bring sanity into our crazy world.
Then he shrugged.
“Is the coffee done?” Floyd asked as he got up and walked to the kitchen too.
Shitsofuckit!
I flopped back on the bed.
Beautiful.
This was just beautiful.
“You better cal Mace, get him to set up the security detail,” Hugo said from his place leaning against the kitchen ledge.