He looked disappointed. “Why?”
“Said she wants to ride on a real bike.”
“A real bike?”
I nodded. “Yep.”
“Tell that skinny little bitch to go fuck herself,” he said. “That is a real bike.”
“Tell her yourself.”
“I ain’t walkin’ all the way out there.”
“I’m sure you’ll be seeing her again,” I said.
And I truly believed it.