Chapter 9: Rudi Enters the MistyIn the store, Syd grabbed some canned raviolis from off the shelve.
“No way, no,” Rudi said, laughing. “Put those back. I’m not eating cow intestines soaked in battery acid.”
“Hey, I grew up on this stuff.”
“Explains a lot.”
“I didn’t grow up rich like you.”
“You think I grew up rich?” Rudi pushed the cart down the aisle. “Who says?”
“But you did, didn’t you.”
Was there anything he could hide from this man?
“My father is well-off, yes.”
“It’s not a sin to be rich, Rudi.” Syd threw the Chef Boyardee cans into the cart. “Let’s hit the fruit and vegetable stands.”
“It’s not a sin to grow up poor, either,” Rudi said, catching Syd’s eye. “Right?”
“Right.” Syd grabbed a can of chili. “Protein.”
“Can we get a box of wine?”
“Do you need to ask?”
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