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“Since we’ve been hitched all of what? Seven days?” Spar said, sounding amused.
“They’ve gotten thick as thieves since they learned we married them by fate dice roll,” Bacon muttered with a grin.
Traps aimed a thumb at Bacon. “He’s all shits and giggles because his precious Phelony treats him like a King.”
“She thinks having other wife friends is part of being a good wife,” Bacon said, clearly enamored with his girl.
“Point proven,” Traps accused. “Meanwhile, it’s nothing but shit in a shoe with Retchin Gretchen. She’s still rollin’ her Farkle dice all day. And that would befineby me if she didn’t make all the rolls mean a black eye. But shecrossedthe line today,” he swore, shaking his head with fury in his beady eyed gaze.
“How?” Hurricane asked, fighting hard not to laugh. It could’ve beenhimin his shoes.
“She’s hiding my ropes!”
“No!” Hurricane cried.
“Weh!” he shot out on a growl. “What are you laughing at,” he snapped to Spar. “Your gonna wake up one morning and that Wonderin’ Wanda of yours will have stole you blind.” He turned to Hurricane. “She’s always ‘wonderin’about themoneyrelated things.”
“Come on,” Hurricane quietly said, glancing at Spar who stood wide-legged with arms crossed over his chest while nodding non-stop.
“Yesterday she asked how much I was worth,” Spar admitted.
“Ohhhh, he thinks it’scomical,” Traps said in disgust.
“Next, she’ll be ‘wonderin’how to “accidentally” kill a husband,” Bacon mused.
“Sure, while you’re licking chocolate out of the ass-crack of your precious Phelony,” Traps accused, like it was a betrayal to have a good wife while theirs sucked.
“Sounds like your wife isn’t turning out to be a nightmare,” Spar said to Hurricane.
He shook his head. “I kinda don’t wanna say how awesome she is, but…she’s got plenty of demons left from that ex of hers.”
Traps leaned in and mumbled, “I heard Retchin Gretchin talking about the bastard. Always looking for a surrogate mother.”
Hurricane’s blood slowly curdled. “What you talking about, Bruh? But be real careful what you say about her, she’s my wife and I love her and her boy,” he fair-warned.
Traps raised his hands. “No disrespect, Brother,” he assured.
“What you mean about…surrogate? She’s got a son, you saying he wanted more?”
“It’s irrelevant.”
“How?” Hurricane demanded.
“Because you can’t trust athingthat comes out that mouth,” he hissed, throwing his thumb over his shoulder.
“You going to those classes?” Bacon asked, no doubt changing the subject.
“Yeah,” Hurricane said, shoving his hands in his pockets. “We’re both going.”
“Us too,” Bacon said. “You going?” he asked Spar.
He gave a big shrug. “What can it possibly hurt?”
“Exactly,” Bacon thought. “Gretchen might learn something if you put a note in Belle Eveque’s ear about what’s going on.”
Traps grumbled, “She won’t need anote.She’ll bebraggingall about it, this I’m sure.”
Hurricane couldn’t get thatsurrogateword from his mind and announced, “It’s been real fun, Brother’s but it’s late. I gotta run and see about my family.”
