“Eh? And he had to make reservations?”
“No. We wereona reservation… in Yuma.” The poor woman is hard of hearing.
“Youtube?”
I sigh and give up. “Yes, you’re right, Youtube.”
“I’d like to see the video.”
I show her the one taken in front of the Trading Post. “Here you go.”
“Oh, my. There’s a lot of blood. How did you heal so fast?”
“It was fake.”
“In the face? No, dear. You were hit in the chest.”
“I wore a vest.”
“Yes, that’s what I said. In the chest.”
Oh my God, kill me now.I look to Rose, who shrugs and chuckles at my dilemma. I know this has to be payback for me letting them think I was dead.
By the end of the day, I might have to call Frankie so I can murder someone but settle for killing off a beer.
Sighing, I sit down on the couch next to my husband. “I swear, if it wasn’t for the money…” Opening my purse I shove a wad of bills in his hand.
“How much?”
“Twenty ladies, twenty bucks each, equals four hundred.”
He chuckles as we clink bottles. “That’s my gal.”
