bucks.â
âThereâs no proof. Youâd have to show provenance. A chain of custody. Whereâd you get it, anyway?â
chuck
When I ran into him at the Brass Candle, trying to get someone to buy him a drink without actually lowering himself to asking for one, Glen looked like a cat had done its business in his mouth. There was a slight pleasure in the recognition that I was now doing better than he, so I bought him a beer and a shot and he asked me how was Gretchen. It was the half-hidden leer I perceived that made my pity, such as it was, evaporate.
âLast I heard she was in jail for soliciting.â
Did I enjoy the look of shock on his sagging face? I did for a moment, until I realized that there was no guilt in it, that he bore no sense of his own responsibility in this tragic matter. Though I am long out of the narcotics trade, it was plain Glen wasnât, and seeing my long-awaited shot at comeuppance, I asked him if he knew anyone who wanted in on a score.
His eyes narrowed as if he was already trying to figure out how to screw me out of the score I was generously letting him in on. âMight be Iâd be interested,â he said.
âFor five hundred I can get five cases of store-brand pseudoephedrine,â I said.
âI got something right here on my person worth a fuckload more than five hundred, and Iâd trade you outright.â He reached into the inside pocket of his coat, and I put my hand on his arm, shaking my head no.
âCash only,â I told him, which got him real quiet.
âYou going to be out behind the ChooseânâSave dumpster tonight?â he asked.
âFuck yeah, every night,â I said, reverting to an exaggerated version of my former manner of speaking. In catching up with him I had deliberately skipped the uplifting âcan-doâ parts of my redemption story: the associateâs degree in English, the pretty happy marriage to Bonnieâwho is a nurseâs aide and disapproves of any and all illicit drug useâand especially the assistant manager job at the very same ChooseânâSave behind which I once dealt dope.
torie
As soon as we got the money we went over to Larry the dishwasherâs house and scored, then we headed out toward the supermarket where Glenâs friend would be waiting with the cold meds. In the heady rush of new love Glen and I both maybe overdid the snorting, but God, it felt good. Iâd packed my bag with all the clothes and jewelry I thought Iâd need in my future life as Mrs. Glen Frobe.
Did I feel bad about taking Jerryâs $2,565? Nope. The gun in his night table? A little, because what if someone broke in and there was Jerry scrambling for the weapon in the drawer and itâs not there and he gets killed and his last thoughts are, That conniving thieving bitch took my fucking piece and I loved her more than anything I ever loved, goddamnit , while the intruders, bikers as Iâm imagining them, cut off his slim-as-a-pea-shoot pecker and do all manner of horrid things to him in an orgy of speed-fueled sadism that lasts until one of the bikers, Iâm imagining his name is Seth or something else biblicalâI know: Esau!âsays something like, âShit, man, this is one dead motherfucker,â and they go rooting around looking for whatever they can scavenge since Jerry never has much dope lying around the house and the money taped under the drawer is gone, another thing Jerry probably would be cursing me for, even as he reflects that heâs never loved anybody like he loved me, with my prominent overbite and my twenty minutes of Kegels every day.
jerry
Soon as I saw something going on between Torie and Glen I sensed a golden opportunity, because Glen is a guy who canât say no to a piece of ass and Torie will do anything to get high, and when she made an excuse to leave five minutes after he headed out the door I had that magic feeling, like I
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