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“Bill, I still don’t get why you told me we was getting dog food when we ain’t,” Frankie said, “You ain’t ever lied to me bout where we was going any other time. Why you lying to me this time?”
“Will you give it up on the damn dog food Frankie, Jesus. Why the fuck does the dog food matter to you so fuckin much? Do you really care that we ain’t gettin dog food man? Like I said it don’t make a damn bit a difference what we’re doing you’re here ain’t ya?”
“Yeah, but still, If you are gonna lie to me about the dog food, what else you gonna lie to me about? Don’t ya think I should atleast know why we’re drivin out to the middle a nowhere? I mean I know I ain’t too bright but I think I’m bright enough to know what we is doing.”
“I fuckin told you already, we are gettin rid of some old junk I don’t need no more.”
“Hell Bill why didn’t you just say so instead of makin up this dog food stuff?”
“Cuz you ain’t gonna like what it is we’re gettin rid of.”
“Now come on Bill, what do I care bout some ol’ junk a yours huh?”
“Just trust me Frankie, you’s gonna care.” I looked into the rearview mirror at the red duffle-bag in the back seat. The cherry wood grain of the butt of my revolver peeked out from the opening in the zipper. I shifted my weight and felt the bullets in my pocket grind against eachother.