“You sure you don’t want us in there with you? This isn’t like the old days. A wrong word. A wrong look. They’re dropping bodies for sh*ts and giggles at this point. Just say the word, Jorvan and-”
“I’ll survive. Pull up over there and wait for my phone
call.”
“How many times do I have to tell you? No visitors. No guests. Now take your old ass back down the street before you get hurt.”
“What’s going on out here?”
“I keep telling this old man, this ain’t the retirement home
but he won’t leave.”
“Marvin, do you know who this man is?”
“A dead man walking if he keeps smirking at me. Old man you
better fix your face before-”
“Sorry about that, he’s only been with us for a year. You know how new recruits are. Always eager. Always hungry to prove themselves. Let me take you inside.”
“Have a seat in here, Mr. Blackwell. I’ll let the boss know
you’re here.”
“Fredo. Duke. Look out for our guest here and mind your
manners.”
“Why this mother***** always talking down to us like he in charge of us? One of these days imma give him these hands and knock his a** out.
“You say that every f*cking day. You know you’re not going
to do ****”
“I’m serious. Goody two-shoe ass clown don’t even leave the office and he wants to poke out his chest? Watch, imma catch his ass slipping one of these days. Arrogant ass *****”
“Hey pops, you want a smoke?”
“……......”
“I know your old ass ain’t worried about lung cancer when you’re already at death’s door. Here man, smoke this and unclench your butt cheeks while you over there frowning like someone stole your Viagra.”
“Yo Duke, chill.”
“Chill for what? I’m being nice.”
*****
“The boss will see you now. Right this way.”
“Jorvan, baby. I’ve missed you.”
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