“When do you have time to ask around about me?”I asked.
“When you shower.You take really long showers.”
Ah.
Why are you asking around about me?
That question was not audible.
I couldn’t go there yet.
Perhaps Mo wanted a détente, but still, he’d said some roughthings and that conversation was not for King Soopers.
However, now that we were speaking again there was one thingI wanted to know.
No.
Two.
“I’m assuming that you all aren’t close to finding thatguy.”
Any remaining amusement went out of his face.
“No.”
Great.
“Right then, before we carry on, why did that woman cheat onyou when she practically begged you with her eyes to do her against theudonnoodles?”
Mo commandeered the cart and set us in motion, doing this bybending way over, crossing his forearms on the handle and moving forward.
I quickly grabbed some buckwheatudonand followed him.
I suspected his movements meant he wasn’t going to answerand I didn’t blame him.It wasn’t my business.
“She likes dick.”
After I tossed the noodles in the cart, I walked beside himand had the unusual sensation of looking down on him.
He kept his eyes aimed forward.
“And I work a lot,” he finished.
“Ah,” I murmured.
I murmured that like I got it, but I didn’t get it.
Then again, I wasn’t a cheater.
My man wasn’t taking care of business, there’d be a chat,never a cheat.
But that was just me.
“And she’s the kind of woman who’s always on the lookout forthe next best thing.”
I stutter stepped to a halt.
“What?”
