Flesh and Bone Page #4

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and you sell the furniture?

Well, if it makes you feel better,

I sold it two weeks ago.

Well, sh*t, Reese, that makes me

feel a whole lot better.

Look, I don't wanna talk about

no goddamn chest of drawers, anyway.

I wanna know

who in the hell this man is.

None of your f***in' business.

Hell, no.

He's in my house with my woman.

- Are you cheatin' with my wife?

- Actually, I just...

That's right, Reese.

Not two hours ago...

we were sweatin' over each other in

the back room of the Shady 8 Motel.

He don't mind it in the mornin'.

And guess what, Reese.

I haven't showered...

or brushed my teeth.

Actually,

I just gave her a ride...

in the truck.

Now, you listen to me, darlin'.

There are two men on our front lawn,

and they got a job to do.

Now, I'm gonna open that door,

and you're gonna let 'em do it.

Ain't that right?

F*** you.

Go for it, Slick.

You got yourself

a real lionheart, Kay.

F*** my pretty wife now.

F*** this.

- That's my gun.

- Very good, Reese.

It's your gun, in my hand,

pointed at you. Get the picture?

Christ, Kay, you don't even know

how to use that thing.

I got a pretty good idea.

Now, Reese, darlin', I suggest

you take your sorry ass outside...

and tell the gentlemen on the lawn

that the deal is off.

I can't do that.

- Christ, Kay!

- Trust me, Reese.

That clock ain't the only thing

runnin' out of time.

I took money. I shook hands, Kay.

The deal is done.

How much?

Seven hundred dollars.

- Where is it?

- You know them bills we had to pay!

Sh*t, Reese, you haven't paid a bill

in three years. Where is it?

Kay, I just told you.

For God's sake, Kay.

All right. It's gone.

I lost it.

Poker?

Mostly.

You sell that too?

The piano?

Hell, no. I bought you that

for your birthday, Kay.

- All right then. We'll take it.

- Take it?

You got room

in the truck there, Arlan?

- Wait just a second here.

- It's Arlis.

You don't even know his name?

For Christ's sake, Kay, what

in the hell has happened to you?

Excuse me.

Who's holding the gun here?

You are.

So I guess I can call anybody

any damn thing I damn well please.

Am I right?

That's right.

Sorry.

Back there. Your name.

Mixing it up.

That's a horrible thing

to do to a person.

You were close enough.

It's just I have a habit

of doin' it when I get nervous.

I got so mad at a boss of mine

one time, I was screamin' at him...

a full three minutes 'fore I

realized I was callin' him Leroy...

and his name was Ed.

Not even close.

It sort of took the sting

out of it.

Scary sometimes.

What's that?

Moments.

Little split-seconds of time

where you find yourself capable...

of things you would never even think

of doing normally.

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