Pops showed up first.
He came in without making a sound. Wrote a note to me.
"All painted. We’re outta there."
I gave him the OK sign.
I said, “Got a deal for you FBI nerds. If you get here in the next thirty minutes, I’ll let you in on it.”
We nodded at each other and smiled. I handed him a Corona and turned the television on. “Burn Notice," one of my favorite shows came on, even though it was a repeat. I love that Bruce Campbell character. Hadn’t thought about it until Pops was sitting beside me on the couch, but Bruce and Pops looked a lot alike. Especially since Pops had started wearing Hawaiian shirts for casual wear. I pulled my Dolly wig off and ran my hands through my short red hair to make it spiked.
“I’m waiting,” I yelled into the air when the commercials came on. I loved giving those guys a hard time. We heard them coming up the stairs and Pops took his beer and hid himself in the bedroom closet. I opened the door before they could knock.
“Come on in,” I said with a big, fake smile.
“Red, huh?” Doofus said about my hair.
“I love people that state the obvious, don’t you?” I said to Miu Miu. She looked daggers at me and brushed past me, making sure to jostle my shoulder enough to push me off balance. Oh yeah, she was pissed.
She turned to me when I shut the door and shouted, “You better be glad we retrieved the Escalade. I ought to let Kirk here do what he’s been threatening to do ever since I untied him in that parking lot.” Her nose was flared and her cheeks were red. It wasn’t a good look for her, but I decided it wasn’t a good time to tell her my opinion.
“Want a beer?” I held mine up as a peace offering. She waved it off.
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