Ganja & Hess Page #3

Good god!

A muse lingers in the room

and dangles a melody in the air

like a ripe fig.

And we eat our summer soup

around the great table,

humming into our plates

some court phrase

then dropping it for a second,

till a bird in the window

sings it clearly

and darts towards the river.

- There's your father.

- Dad!

Enrico! What a surprise,

no one told me you were coming.

- How are you, son?

- Fine.

- How's school going?

- Fine. Never been better.

- Yes? And French?

- Ca Va bien.

Ca Va bien? Formidable...

- Did you get something to drink?

- Nope.

- What would you like?

- Anything.

- Some ginger ale?

- Yeah.

- Archie?

- Yes?

- Can we get a ginger ale?

- But of course, sir.

'All right, I'll do it.'

'When, baby?'

Today.

Today when?

I mean, like in this hour...?

I promise you we'll

make a big take today.

Yeah, a big one. I can feel it.

This is the love movement, man!

Where you comin' from?

Be cool, bro. Cool it.

- I'm gonna help you.

- When, baby?

Today.

When today, is what I wanna know.

See, my time is money.

Soon! I mean...

Be cool, be cool, be cool...

Hey, look at y'all.

- Nothin' here but a slick brother...

- How d'you know, man?

This sort of thing...

If we're going to the Derby,

we need some cash.

All right!

There...

Well, I'll take care of that soon.

That's what you been sayin'

for the past hour.

Well, ain't nobody been in here.

I mean...

Come on, move it.

Do you know a girl named

Dolores Kincaid?

No.

Dolores Kincaid?

No.

Well, you know, you look

just like the boyfriend she had

before she moved to Seattle.

I do?

Yes. I saw him with her once

at the Apollo.

- And you look just like him.

- I see.

There's this strung-out child lives

downstairs from her, you know?

And she was just screaming and yelling,

and I didn't know

what in the world to do.

So I said,

"Well, I have to put a stop to this."

So I decided to call the police.

So I called them and they came

and got her, you know, and...

Sit down, girl.

I said sit down.

I know what I'm gonna do...

Yeah.

Help! Kill him!

'Hello?'

Hello, is my husband there?

I haven't the slightest idea

who your husband is, madam.

George Meda is my husband, and I wanna

speak to him. Put him on the phone!

'Do you hear me talking to you?'

He's not here now.

Hello?

I called the museum

and they told me George was there.

'Now you put him on the phone.

I don't want no more of his sh*t!'

Look, Mrs Meda, I have had

a very difficult morning and if...

I have had a very difficult

f***ing six months!

- It's not possible to talk to Mr Meda now.

- What do you mean, it's not possible?

- He has disappeared.

- 'Disappeared?'

'George freaked out on you?

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