“She can cure you, but I’m the    
only one who gets to shoot you. That’s 
my job, and you know what my motto is, 
right?” she asked, ignoring my comment 
and aimed at the ceiling.              
     “BANG!” she yelled.               
     “Shoot first, ask questions later?
Make the first shot count? What?”      
     “Nope. Kill-shot, well, your sec- 
ond one is half right,” she said, and  
then put her gun back.                 
     “In your case, though, I’ll proba-
bly just shoot you in the leg.”        
     “How comforting.”                 
     “I’m just bustin’ your bucket of  
beans, boyfriend,” she said and kissed 
me.                                    
     “And, if you can get that brutal  
honesty jazz right, I might not have to
shoot you at all. Now come on, get     
* those lies down, and then get your ass   
downstairs, before Darryl throws your  
stuff out.”                            
     “Throws my stuff out? What do you 
mean?”                                 
     “I think he’s gettin’ just a      
teensy-weensy  bit  impatient,” she    
answered.                              
     “He said that if you’re not down  
by, like now, then your share’s going  
out to the barn.”                      
     “Really,  and you waited  ten-min-
utes to tell me this,  instead of right
off the bat?”                          
     She walked over to the window and 
opened the curtain.                    
     “Nope, I don’t see him  yet, but  
don’t worry. I think I can get you an- 
other thirty minutes, maybe.”          



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