Chapter Sixty Seven
Oprah ran through the door like he knew where he was. He jumped on the bed and laid his head on the pillow and shut his eyes. Russell flopped down next to him and kicked off his shoes and grabbed the television remote.
Bob wandered into the bathroom to find Katrina, the housekeeper, standing on her knees atop the vanity with her ear attached to the bottom of a glass pressed against the wall.
Bob's eyes became very large behind his coke bottle lenses. He spun his head to inform Russell that someone was in the bathroom. He parted his lips but no words came out. He looked back at Katrina and smiled largely. He let out a little snort.
Across the hall a little man with two sets of teeth in his mouth was knocking on the door. It was the waiter from the restaurant where Dr. Granger and my ex wife Carol had eaten earlier in the day. Granger had left his credit card at the restaurant.
Ed was doing his civic duty by finding the owner of the card and returning it to him in his free time. He also bought a tank of gas for his customized Astro Van and 16 boxes of 12 gauge shotgun shells with it on the drive over.
Granger was upset at first. "Hey, aren't you a waiter from the restaurant this afternoon? How did you make your way to my room?"
"Got yur credit card here Boonie boy." He flipped the card up between his bony, yellow fingers like it was a switchblade knife.
"Boonie Boy? What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Nuthin...that's just a dee-rogatory term for Nigger where I come from."
Granger grabbed Eddie by the collar, yanked him off of his feet, pulled him into the room and shut the door. As Katrina exited Russell and Bob's room she heard the noises coming from across the hall. She flattened her skirt down and buttoned her blouse. She considered grabbing a glass from her cleaning cart and listening in to what was going on, but after what had happened between her and Bob, she felt that perhaps she should just keep moving.
In the next suite down, Coach Butcher was lying on the floor, naked, his hands, legs, and mouth wrapped in silver duct tape. 3 men, who looked as if they could somehow be related to Eddie, were taking turns shocking him in the hip with a cattle prod. They were prepping him for the next step, a Taser gun.
Bob wandered into the bathroom to find Katrina, the housekeeper, standing on her knees atop the vanity with her ear attached to the bottom of a glass pressed against the wall.
Bob's eyes became very large behind his coke bottle lenses. He spun his head to inform Russell that someone was in the bathroom. He parted his lips but no words came out. He looked back at Katrina and smiled largely. He let out a little snort.
Across the hall a little man with two sets of teeth in his mouth was knocking on the door. It was the waiter from the restaurant where Dr. Granger and my ex wife Carol had eaten earlier in the day. Granger had left his credit card at the restaurant.
Ed was doing his civic duty by finding the owner of the card and returning it to him in his free time. He also bought a tank of gas for his customized Astro Van and 16 boxes of 12 gauge shotgun shells with it on the drive over.
Granger was upset at first. "Hey, aren't you a waiter from the restaurant this afternoon? How did you make your way to my room?"
"Got yur credit card here Boonie boy." He flipped the card up between his bony, yellow fingers like it was a switchblade knife.
"Boonie Boy? What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Nuthin...that's just a dee-rogatory term for Nigger where I come from."
Granger grabbed Eddie by the collar, yanked him off of his feet, pulled him into the room and shut the door. As Katrina exited Russell and Bob's room she heard the noises coming from across the hall. She flattened her skirt down and buttoned her blouse. She considered grabbing a glass from her cleaning cart and listening in to what was going on, but after what had happened between her and Bob, she felt that perhaps she should just keep moving.
In the next suite down, Coach Butcher was lying on the floor, naked, his hands, legs, and mouth wrapped in silver duct tape. 3 men, who looked as if they could somehow be related to Eddie, were taking turns shocking him in the hip with a cattle prod. They were prepping him for the next step, a Taser gun.
1 Comments:
You can call me Ray...And you can call me Jay...But ya doesn't have to call me Boonie Boy.
By Skokie Shakes, at 5:03 AM
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