I slump back in the chair and pick up the glass of wine and look over at Tree. Wishfully I ask “Do we meet in peace?”
“We meet peacefully” Tree says as he lights his Marlboro.
That's TreeHouse code for he wants a piece.
“I’ve got no damn clue. Some guy named Goldman is suing the Crux Chronicle to block their sole coverage rights while some weasel named Sharp Spike is…”
No surprise there. Might have known ...
“I don’t suppose anyone is suing to save my neck from the noose” I note.
I am prone to wishful thinking at times ...
“So I am going to hang. You just don’t know when” I sigh. “I suppose you are going to do me.”
I meant hang me ... not this!!!!!
“You’ll be praying to die long before you do…”
For once, I believe the guy .... what a thing to say!