Page 161 of Bone’s Choice

“Don’t look at me.”

“Help me.”

“You’re on your own.”

“You’re a fucking terrible president.”

Ma cleared her throat.

“Sorry,” Taco muttered.

Bull came through the front door carrying a folder.

“Bone, I got those—” He saw Ma. “Hey, Pink.”

“Bull. Perfect.”

He stopped. “What?”

“You can help too.”

“With?”

“Cleaning.”

Bull looked down at the folder. “I got stuff for Bone.”

“Give it to him.”

Bull immediately handed it to me. “Here.”

I took it, and then Ma clapped her hands. “Wonderful. That’s three.”

“Three what?” Humpty asked as he walked into the room.

Ma smiled. “Four.”

Humpty stopped dead. “No.”

“You don’t even know what I’m asking.”

“I know that look.”

“What look?”

“The one you get right before you make us do shit.”

I coughed to cover my laugh.

Ma looked at me. “You can help too.”

“No.”

Her eyes narrowed. “I’m working.”

“So are they.”

“Club business.”