Rodney hugs his beer bottle against his chest. This is his usual drinking posture. You get to know how people like to sit and drink when you sit and drink with them as much as Rod and I have over the years. Rodney likes his beer bottle tucked close to his ribs. Itâ€™s as if he thinks somebodyâ€™s gonna snatch it away and he has to protect it. Not me; I mean Iâ€™m not gonna snatch his beer, because Iâ€™ve got my salty sea, my margarita. Number two, or make that three. Okay, I admit it; Iâ€™ve lost track. Iâ€™m nervous. Tonight Iâ€™m planning to tell Rod something hella important.
|Dastardly by Lorraine Ray|