RODMYN: Talking
to my boy Liotta, I hand him a beer. “It's been great havin' my momah
here; but I wish she was in her own room. Love her to pieces but she
crampin' this males style, know what I mean man? Grinning, I keep
talking, “yeah the females better watch out once she go back to Nola. I
waggle my eyebrows at him.
I'm gonna be hittin' the gym hard, pats
my stomach, momah sure can cook, one of the many things I really miss
about having her close. Nobody can make gumbo like my momah." Taking a
sip of my beer I look over at Liotta. "Why you so fuckin quiet
today??" He shrugs and grins at me taking a pull off his beer. So I
just keep talking. "She worries about me though; when we go out on
patrol;" makes my voice all high and squeaky, "Now Rodmyn, you be
careful, make sure you go out on the buddy system. Are your weapons
loaded? You have on clean underwear??" I start cracking up until I see
Liotta’s eyes go wide and I feel a tap on my shoulder and my momah say,
“ I KNOW you don’t think that is what I sound like??” Oh.Shit.
Watching Liotta all but run out the damn door, some warrior he is...
“Chicken!!!!” Turning to momah smiling at her... “Heeeeey momah,
didn’t hear you come in.” All she does is arch that eyebrow the way she
does that says, “Roddy you are in for it.”
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