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Which would be irresponsible.
And immature.
And further make me feel like my ass is back in my twenties when I’m far from it.
After swinging by our local police station to ask our sheriff, Elijah Post, to check the note Bunny found for any sort of evidence to give us a clue to its origins – in an off the books execution – I head over to meet Garcia at Uova al Purgatorio, an upscale brunch place, in Spike Village.
Traffic is practically nonexistent during the drive, something that allows me to make great time and not dwell on the fact I hate having to be this far away from them.
But it’s necessary.
And I’ll always do whatever’s necessary for those I love.
I hope they know that.
I really need them to know that.
With valeting being the only option at the restaurant, I find myself grateful Garcia advised me to put on nicer clothing than I had originally planned.
I don’t own an actual suit anymore, so this was the closest I could get.
Forfuckssake, the only reason I even have this is because we stocked up a bit on nicer clothes for dates with Rabbit, a little fact Posie has been bragging to everyone who will listen about.
There’s really no fucking reason Fred Athie, the town doctor, should be second handedly recommending the best types of ties for the best situations to me.
Finding my oldest friend in the Italian themed upscale environment isn’t difficult because it never is.
Because all you gotta do is follow his fucking cologne.
He practically bathes in the shit.
Upon my arrival, the long-legged brunette he was flirting with, politely dismisses herself with a less than subtle wink and stroke to his neck, a combination of actions that gets me smirking. “You fuck her last night or is she the plan for tonight?”
“The latter.” Garcia arrogantly beams back while reaching for his glass of bourbon. “Although, I am always open to something better.”
“Good to know some shit never changes.”
“And good to know that some shit does.”
His reference to my relationship with The Kid and Rabbit extends the lifespan of the grin I’m sporting.
Despite Kipp not knowing about him, he knew about The Kid.
How I worked with his old man – who Garcia warned me about.
How I started looking at him differently when he made the transition from snot nose Hot Wheel lover to true gearhead in his twenties – which Garcia pointed out.
How Jolene was trying to make me choose between the two – something Garcia told me was gonna come when I first started hooking up with her.
Part of me thinks he knew before I knew that Kipp was mine.
And if he did?
Fuck him for not telling me sooner.
What kinda friend does that?!
Small chitchat is made in between him explaining the weird name of the establishment – Eggs in Purgatory when translated – and how they serve practically every type of egg imaginable. Post ordering – both me a drink and each of us a meal – I steer the conversation in a more important direction.
