Chapter Forty-One: I Love Trick
Hadley
“Will you be here when I get back?” I ask Trick as I finish doing Riley’s hair. It’s more elaborate curls than we normally send her off to school with, but for her costume tonight, it’s a must. We won’t have time to make it work when she gets home from school.
“I don’t know, I have to run and get a part, then I have a friend of mine who called and wants me to go look at this bike he’s fixing to buy. It depends on how traffic is and if he and I shoot the shit too long,” he grins.
Something tells me Trick does things on his own timetable and when he wants to shoot the shit, they talk all day. I wonder how I’m going to get in the apartment, but I don’t want to come right out and ask. It seems forward, and I don’t want to scare him off.
“What does shooting the shit mean?” Riley pipes up from where she’s sitting in front of me. “How can you put poo in a gun?”