"Stop giving me grief," Darryl said. "I've eaten your mama's cooking." He left the door open as his anus spat in the toilet, filling the room with a sour trash odor.
"Close the door," the man said. Brice stood still twitching his nose. Jason came in and set the tray off to side on the table. The door had been cracked enough for he could see the man's face with the cards. He was on the first page of the book, Mr. Roger, Mackenzie High School principal.
"Arcadio recuperated at his mama's house after his attack," said Roger, shuffling the cards. "Keep the drugs in the street. Let us run the gambling and the hookers in the school. You're never hear a father come up to the school stabbing a principal over prostituting his daughter." He passed the cards out.
"You in on this, Darryl?" Jason asked.
"Yeah," Darryl said, grunting. Jason scooted up his chair. "How many points Cody is to lose by."
"Let's say about eleven we don't want the basketball team to lose too badly," Darryl said, turning the water on.
"Hi," said Wilma, swaggering in the room. She massaged Jason's back. "So which one I'm to do first." She moved to Roger kneading his shoulders.
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