Mar 25, 2007 22:55
He hadn't moved all night. Not until the next morning when Snuffles started whining. "Keep crying, kid, it never gets better." But it got him up, padding through the house to let him out.
While the dog was out doing his business, Warren did his... without being so graphic. His was shoving a handful of tees and jeans into a bag with his half carton of smokes, a handful of condoms and all the money he had. All but what was in the bank book.
Using his pinpoint, he went to the bank where the account was and withdrew the money. Fun with pinpoint time, he went to Jeanne-Marie's world and left the money in an envelope on her doorstep. Good luck with the twins was written in block letters on the front.
Back to home, he grabbed his back, slung his bass over his back and leashed the massive, stupid, lovable dog.
"Come on, Snuffles." He didn't walk out the door but pinpointed to another world. On his door was a note.
Gone fishing