“You better believe we’ll talk about it later,” Ralphie threatened then he swung his glare toward Buddy. “So what’s the verdict on the f**king dog?” he demanded.
I held my breath wondering what Hector might think of all these shenanigans. I bet Blanca didn’t say “fucking” at her table.
Buddy’s eyes came to me.
Then he sighed.
“We’ll watch YoYo.”
* * * * *
After dinner we settled into the living room and watched Walking Tall (The Rock version which Buddy declared was the only version that was worth a shit due to The Rock being a whole lot easier on the eyes than Joe Don Baker).
This was not normal Ralphie and Buddy viewing fodder but I figured they were being good hosts to macho man Hector. I didn’t really see Hector sitting though Auntie Mame or Steel Magnolias.
Of course, they finagled me into the middle of the couch position but Ralphie didn’t have to try the massaging my feet move. Hector pulled me into his side right away.
I’d had a rough day and decided not to fight it.
Anyway, he was comfy and warm.
* * * * *
Now the movie was over and Buddy and Ralphie were off to bed.
“‘Night, sweets,” Ralphie said, kissing my cheek.
“Goodnight,” I replied.
Buddy leaned in after Ralphie. “See you in the morning, Sadie.” Then he kissed my cheek too.
I smiled at him. “See you.”
“Hector, later.” Buddy lifted his chin to Hector.
“Double H, you the man,” was Ralphie’s bizarre goodnight.
Then they were gone.
Now what did I do?
I twisted to look at Hector. “You want to watch another movie?” I asked.
He shook his head.
“An episode of Veronica Mars?” I tried.
More head shaking.
“A game?”
Still more head shaking.
Oh no.
I was out of options.
Hector wasn’t.