[You're playing this real subtle, old man, real subtle. But the kid thinks you know he's not pleased with the luncheon date what the fuck ever. Freddy takes a generous gulp of his beer. Plunk back down.]
Fuck me, I didn't leave today with a planned out lunch. I thought I might see our buddy. Might. I wanted to get the fuck out. You had an appointment. I didn't have no reason to say no because what if Ray had someone watching. Then what?
[Then it looks like the old man doesn't want his company or anything. Grand. He takes a long drink like it will wash away some of what he's got in his brain and in his throat.]
[Sandwich and drink down means he can flap his hands.]
You could have gone somewhere else. I can't believe you walked right into his hands. You're right what if someone was watching, what if he had that big tall fuckhead with him? You didn't have to go that way did you?
He can get us money, Freddy. And get it to us faster. I also think he is a ticket to security. Did I go on and suck his dick to get in good favor? No. Just the same as I didn't put it on my to do list to go have a meal. If I saw him, then I saw him. That's what I figured.
[Why does it all have to sound guilty? He sighs and gives his chin a rub.]
I don't have to believe you because I'm gonna make it happen when it happens.
[Freddy insists, satisfied with his intuition. He just knew the old man was setting himself up for another opportunity. Years after they met Freddy's accepted that Lawrence Dimick is an opportunist. Freddy Newendyke is too, just lawfully so.]
[There you go. Hands spread like he's presenting the fact to the air.]
We didn't talk about anything that important. The football or soccer team that's local may as well be tripping over their own balls. The weather's good. Dumb shit. He asked where you were, I said you were taking up some time on your own.
[That's better. His fox hide is soothed by the very motion (almost like a bear's surrender).]
Did you tell him why? Make something up? He can't go on thinking I'm just a... ["Piece of ass." is what Freddy wants to say.] A tool or something. We don't split even when we're split up.
[He doesn't speak immediately. Drinking is the physical reason. The other is wondering when he was okay with rolling over. The things you do for peace. And peace is pretty important, Dimmy. The two of you are the biggest asset.]
[One with Freddy this time. He asks only because he takes Ray Rey for the type to propose one and Larry for the type not to turn down an opportunity from which they could benefit.]
[Freddy says with regards to there being worse than El Rey. True, they could have done better or far far worse. Ah but that clipped sour grumbling piques a fox's curiosity. His attention hyperfocuses on the old man's tone.]
[The detective instinct or cop sense will never quit. It didn't when he was a mechanic. Now that they're back in their own neck of existence with very real threats around them it is a part of life. Knowing it as well as he does, it rubs wrong.
Everything is rubbing wrong.]
On second thought might not be a bad idea. I'd get something out of it.
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[Common sense. Where is he going with this? The old man brings over the beer. Freddy's gets plunked down first. The old man takes his own.]
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Why'd you go without me? To see him?
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[Then it looks like the old man doesn't want his company or anything. Grand. He takes a long drink like it will wash away some of what he's got in his brain and in his throat.]
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You could have gone somewhere else. I can't believe you walked right into his hands. You're right what if someone was watching, what if he had that big tall fuckhead with him? You didn't have to go that way did you?
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[Flapping, drinking and eating right there.]
I didn't think any harm in it. We're not on his shit list. You wanted to go to the hospital alone. I wasn't sure about it at first.
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[If not to seek out the guy in a more passive way by putting himself out in the open to get noticed. Freddy waves his hand.]
I saw a doctor, you saw a fucking gangster, it's not the same thing.
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[Why does it all have to sound guilty? He sighs and gives his chin a rub.]
You're coming along next time, believe me.
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[Freddy insists, satisfied with his intuition. He just knew the old man was setting himself up for another opportunity. Years after they met Freddy's accepted that Lawrence Dimick is an opportunist. Freddy Newendyke is too, just lawfully so.]
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[There you go. Hands spread like he's presenting the fact to the air.]
We didn't talk about anything that important. The football or soccer team that's local may as well be tripping over their own balls. The weather's good. Dumb shit. He asked where you were, I said you were taking up some time on your own.
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Did you tell him why? Make something up? He can't go on thinking I'm just a... ["Piece of ass." is what Freddy wants to say.] A tool or something. We don't split even when we're split up.
[....Right?]
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I told him because he asked.
[Shrug.]
I mean, he didn't ask if you hop on my dick.
[Right now the answer would be no anyway.]
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Right.....okay.
[Freddy begrudgingly accepts the answer and sips.] We're in this together, okay? No long ranger solo crap.
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[Feeble protest? Maybe. But at least it isn't showing the full force of how much it rubs him wrong to hear it.]
I'm not cutting it out on my own, understand?
[Aw man, is this beer over already?]
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[One with Freddy this time. He asks only because he takes Ray Rey for the type to propose one and Larry for the type not to turn down an opportunity from which they could benefit.]
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[Casual, easy.]
You want a second lunch, the'll be a second lunch. And you're gonna be right there. This mean you want me at the next appointment?
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[Wait wat.]
No. I don't need you at the next appointment. He's a doctor, he's a gangster. There's a difference.
[He says for the second time throughout this conversation. Make no mistake, he knows what you're getting at, old man.]
Do you wanna be there? Get your prostate looked at while we're at it?
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[Did they even discuss that fact? Larry pushes off from the counter top to toss empty beer container. He doesn't appreciate Freddy's joke.]
No.
[Clipped, sour. Grumble, grumble.]
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[Freddy says with regards to there being worse than El Rey. True, they could have done better or far far worse. Ah but that clipped sour grumbling piques a fox's curiosity. His attention hyperfocuses on the old man's tone.]
What? What's wrong.
[The kid dares to ask.]
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Everything is rubbing wrong.]
On second thought might not be a bad idea. I'd get something out of it.
[To the fridge he goes for one more beer.]
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What's that supposed to mean.
[Freddy doesn't ask but demands...around the last bite of his sandwich. Practically inhaled the stuff.]
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You're the one who thinks I should have someone else on my ass.
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[Freddy clarifies as if Larry doesn't already know. Getting smart are we, old man?]
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[Chug. Chug. Refreshing as it is, sure don't hit the spot.]
Wanted to go.
[Except maybe being without him for a little bit again might be a good idea.]
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[Freddy flat out demands again, freckled hand free to flap now that it's not handling a sandwich.]
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[Plunk goes drink to rest on the counter top.]
You want more space. When I give you space I'm still fucking up.
[Larry leans back on the same counter top and crosses his arms.]
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