20 Chapter 20

“Besides, I need to go out and get some Coronas anyway, on your twenty bucks, of course.”

“Of course.”

“Hey, Matthew, one more question. If we bought that painting and it’s small enough, do you think we could use it as a drink platter? Or better yet, how about a dartboard? It would be a challenge, of course, seeing who could get a dart close to that really tiny, itty-bitty targetof yours. Wouldn’t that be a hoot?” His chuckle filled the hallway.

“Yeah, Jeff,” I said over my shoulder, exasperated. “A hoot. You’re always a regular riot.” I stepped into the john, shut the door behind me, and dropped my voice to a whisper. “And a fucking oaf.”