Marcus pulled his arm away, and walked to the fridge. He took out a bottle of milk and took a sip, “She’s got spunk, Charlie, I like that.”
“I thought you were supposed to return next week,” Charlie said.
“You’ll learn that Dolly isn’t right in the head!” Marcus said.
“I’m sharp as a tac, you lummox – now get out of my way, I need to pee!” Dolly said.
“You just came from the bathroom, Dolly. Sit, I’ll make some coffee.” Marcus offered.
“Well it’s about time you did something around here. I’ll have a cup after I pee,”
Marcus smiled wryly, “What’d I tell ya!?”
Working on coffee, Marcus started in on the obvious, “What are you doing here, Charlie. What did you do?”
I sat at the table and let Charlie do the talking. I didn’t want to come off as a total bitch, and besides, I wanted to size up this… Marcus.
“I burned down Wendy’s house. Her mom died,”
“Jesus,” Marcus laughed, “That’s more like it!” he said, “and you?” he said to me, “What’s your story?”
I offered an evil smile, “It was my idea!”