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“I told you not to get involved!” Patty said, her hands in the ‘I can’t f*****g believe you’ pose at each side of her head.
“You did.”
“I said just that! My exact words.”
Hector sniffed. “Yes.”
“And what did you do?”
“I got involved.”
“You got f*****g involved! Genius.”
“Pickle, I-”
“Don’t call me that!”
“Why not? You’re bitter and edible.”
She raised an angry finger at him. “Not helping your case right now.”
They stopped their exchange, both thinking of the consequences. They were out at Poseidonos Avenue, resting on the side of the truck, watching the sea.
“He’s a powerful man, you know.”
“No powerful man throws his weight around on women.”
She eyed him hard, squinting.
“You know what I mean. Eat your f*****g gyro. Is it good?”
“It’s amazing.”
“Gyro with
