Better to establish the pecking order early. It would save him trouble in the long term. I sat down in his place, and I leaned against the wall, and I waited. I figured I would be in the system inside twenty minutes, and I was sure Scarangello would be looking hard by then.
“And Edith Piaf and Jim Morrison,” I said. “From the Doors.”
The Doors, knew who Jim Morrison was but nevah knew Edith Piaf, don't get me wrong I love making love to women with music from the Doors playing in the background...
Which might have been OK with golf balls, but which wasn’t OK with the Glock. I wanted it on the right, and it barely fit. Mostly because there was something else in there already.
If I ’ad known zen what I know now. I know now, like drumbeats. Portentous, and a little sinister, like tympani strikes at the start of a gloomy symphony. Shostakovich, maybe. I know now. I knew twenty minutes into the visit.