The Heidi girl. She was walking my dogs. She was trying to sneak into the Command Center. She was a pain in my ass. But she made good huckleberry roly-poly.
Then she showed up at the Garage like this:
What I thought she was going to say: “You’re Johnny Dodge, the fast finisher, the Lancelot of Punk City. My father just beat the hell out of me, and that’s not even the worst of it. He weighs 225 pounds and I weigh 135. GO DO YOUR THING.”
What she really said: ‘I fell off the porch. No biggie.”
I didn’t see her for a week after that. The dogs were definitely missing her. She had one question for me: “Did you kill him? Nobody’s seen him since I saw you last. Johnny Dodge.”
‘Wrong number,” I said. I had checked up. He was in a hospital in Elmer NJ. Some broken bones, two arms, two legs, signs of a brick crushing a cheekbone, nothing life threatening. He was slightly delirious. Kept telling doctors and nurses he was moving to Wyoming. “All I know,” I told Heidi. I shrugged.
When she lowered the boom, with her little bruised healing face. “Time you got back to work,” she said, “Fast Finisher.”
“No way,” I said. And I meant it.
Then she showed up at the Garage like this:
What I thought she was going to say: “You’re Johnny Dodge, the fast finisher, the Lancelot of Punk City. My father just beat the hell out of me, and that’s not even the worst of it. He weighs 225 pounds and I weigh 135. GO DO YOUR THING.”
What she really said: ‘I fell off the porch. No biggie.”
I didn’t see her for a week after that. The dogs were definitely missing her. She had one question for me: “Did you kill him? Nobody’s seen him since I saw you last. Johnny Dodge.”
‘Wrong number,” I said. I had checked up. He was in a hospital in Elmer NJ. Some broken bones, two arms, two legs, signs of a brick crushing a cheekbone, nothing life threatening. He was slightly delirious. Kept telling doctors and nurses he was moving to Wyoming. “All I know,” I told Heidi. I shrugged.
When she lowered the boom, with her little bruised healing face. “Time you got back to work,” she said, “Fast Finisher.”
“No way,” I said. And I meant it.
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