“Clyde, you say the wildest stuff sometimes. I don’t even know where you come up with it. What would she report?” He grins. “That you’d miss me if I died and that you desperately want to save your best friend’s life.” My eyes roll. Best friend. “No kidney for you. I take it back.” “I’ll talk to Doris. She can arrange to have it harvested against your will.” “You would too,” I grumble. Clyde just cackles, all raspy and amused. “You’re so obnoxiously loyal, you’d still be my friend if I did.”
