chapter two
"Eliminated."
"Eliminated?" Orville asked? When they used that verb, it was usually serious, much more so than take out, negate, bring down (that was reserved for serial killers and mad dog schizos...), terminate with extreme prejudice and the simple flat out no- frills, "kill." Eliminate was usually something like make him talk with cheese grater and make it look like a cooking accident.
"Yes, eliminate... after, of course you bring the rose home."
"Well, yes, of course..." and that made OLN think of the roses that he had promised Sarah, at least in his own head, he had. Sara was the secretary and when he thought of a secretary, he thought of a typewriter churning out words and when he thought of that, he thought of his pen and pencil collection and that usually made him finger a pen or pencil or two from the depths of his pockets and that made him think of Sara all over again.
His head was swimming. Roses and now the doctor who sat there with his mustache twitching from under his nose and the cracker crumbs that were on the doctors tie. Awfully dreadful habit of eating lunch in a tie, ONL thought.
At least it was a frivolous tie that the doctor wore. A hula girl tie that shimmied its grass skirt when he walked. With a hula girl tie, you never knew what was on it or what drove a particular man to wear one.
"Whatchoo thinkin' bout, ole boy?" The doctor was now whooping it up in a grand fashion. He was as happy as the proverbial pig.
Orville shrugged and looked down at the delicate package in his palm. The tissue paper had come unwrapped slightly and the moist black dirt leaked out a bit. It revolted him slightly.
"You thinkin' bout using it for your own good, is that it, boy?"
To Orville Newton Leone, the idea of using a state secret had never crossed his mind and he was going to tell this mad good ole boy just that.
"Because, iffin' you do..." the doctor's grasp on manners was all but slipping away to the floor to reveal his good ole boy interior from john deere ball cap to shitkickers. "then you gotta nuther thing comin' you do."
"Eliminated?" Orville asked? When they used that verb, it was usually serious, much more so than take out, negate, bring down (that was reserved for serial killers and mad dog schizos...), terminate with extreme prejudice and the simple flat out no- frills, "kill." Eliminate was usually something like make him talk with cheese grater and make it look like a cooking accident.
"Yes, eliminate... after, of course you bring the rose home."
"Well, yes, of course..." and that made OLN think of the roses that he had promised Sarah, at least in his own head, he had. Sara was the secretary and when he thought of a secretary, he thought of a typewriter churning out words and when he thought of that, he thought of his pen and pencil collection and that usually made him finger a pen or pencil or two from the depths of his pockets and that made him think of Sara all over again.
His head was swimming. Roses and now the doctor who sat there with his mustache twitching from under his nose and the cracker crumbs that were on the doctors tie. Awfully dreadful habit of eating lunch in a tie, ONL thought.
At least it was a frivolous tie that the doctor wore. A hula girl tie that shimmied its grass skirt when he walked. With a hula girl tie, you never knew what was on it or what drove a particular man to wear one.
"Whatchoo thinkin' bout, ole boy?" The doctor was now whooping it up in a grand fashion. He was as happy as the proverbial pig.
Orville shrugged and looked down at the delicate package in his palm. The tissue paper had come unwrapped slightly and the moist black dirt leaked out a bit. It revolted him slightly.
"You thinkin' bout using it for your own good, is that it, boy?"
To Orville Newton Leone, the idea of using a state secret had never crossed his mind and he was going to tell this mad good ole boy just that.
"Because, iffin' you do..." the doctor's grasp on manners was all but slipping away to the floor to reveal his good ole boy interior from john deere ball cap to shitkickers. "then you gotta nuther thing comin' you do."
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