Chapter Thirty Nine

Meanwhile.... Louis and Lisa were walking out of the medium's parlor in Chicago with Bob in tow. It was a mall of Mystics and Spiritualists out on the west side of town. They had a name for it but because of legal reasons the sign had been removed and there was nothing but a sandwich board on the sidewalk outside that announced what was in store for you inside. They had been sued by a large Chicago corporation that didn't like the name they had given themselves. It was called the "Seers Tower."

Lisa was trying to sneak looks at Louis without being obvious. She didn't want to admit her feelings for him. She was afraid that if she held his hand that they might be seen and it would get back to Marty. She knew that if Bob saw them acting affectionate everyone within earshot would know. With Bob, earshot covered three states.

They got into the large, white, stretch SUV, limousine that waited at the curb. A uniformed man opened the door with his left hand while holding Oprah by his leash in the other. Lisa and Louis climbed in to find Dave and Candace drinking champagne and nuzzling one another. Bob knelt down and began stroking Oprah at the curb while the chauffeur stood at attention, waiting for his charge to join the rest inside. It took a while.

Bob looked up at the uniformed attendant and said to him, very matter of factly. "Johnny Touga is dead."

"Yes sir." Said the chaffer, with a bit of remorse in his voice.

"Francis Vido crush him."

"I understand."

"Do you know Opah?"

"I just work for her company sir, I have taken her to the airport on several occasions."

"Opah is a boy!"

"Excuse me sir?"

Bob picked up Oprah and turned him over, he put his finger very close to Oprah's penis and then held him close to the man's face. "Opah is a boy dog!"

"Very good sir. Are you ready to go?"

"Otay!" Bob took a good 5 minutes getting himself into the limo. The chaffer wanted to help and put his hands near helpful spots on Bob's body, but felt too self conscious to grab and push. He acted as if he were about to help but stopped short of actually touching Bob. He was like the Mime I ran over outside of the Kmart in Redneck Heaven.

Dave Price held up his hand for a "High Five" greeting. Bob made his best effort to comply but missed Dave's hand by a wide margin.

"Alright Bob, way to go buddy, you all set to meet Oprah?" Dave asked

Bob's face looked as perplexed as a human face could ever look. He stared at Dave for a long time. He looked down at Oprah sitting in his lap. Finally he held Oprah's belly up to Dave's face. "Opah is a boy dog."

"That's good, that's good." Dave pushed Oprah back to Bob with a ruffled scowl. He pressed a button on the side of the window and spoke into the microphone. "Harpo studios Grady."

The response came back."Very good Mr. Price."

Bob cast his eyes to the floor of the limo.

"Opah is a boy dog." He spoke so softly.