Boricio's Beer Battered Four Pack (Dark Crossings) by Sean Platt & David Wright

Author:Sean Platt & David Wright [Platt, Sean]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-01-20T05:00:00+00:00

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Boricio didn’t stop thinking about Mary. Not the whole rest of the day, nor any of the ones after that. Boricio was so bothered, Rose asked him what was wrong (twice). He said it was nothing deserving of a treasured spot in her valuable head, then shoved it to the back of his mind, determined to forget it, for the sake of his friendship with Mary and his balance with Rose. A day after that, Paola called.

“So,” Boricio said as he answered the phone, expecting Mary from the caller ID. “You’ve changed your mind.” He dropped a packet of Rose’s pages into the box and stood from the bed.

Paola said, “Changed my mind about what?”

Boricio laughed. “Oh, it’s Rory. I was expecting Lorelei.”

“What? Who are Rory and Lorelei? Are you doing drugs? What am I changing my mind about?”

Boricio laughed again. “Your mom called a few days ago, was telling me some street priest was making circles round your bus stop and giving you the eye. Said she planned on calling the cops. I figured they did a quarter of dick on their way to get donuts and haven’t given a yank to the shaft since. So, I also figured she changed her mind. I wasn’t expecting Nick Jr.”

“She did go to the cops, like she said. And they told her they couldn’t do anything, just like you predicted.”

“Of course they can’t do anything!” Boricio yelled into the phone. “Diddlers get more rights than law abiding citizens!”

Bullshit had Boricio pacing. Mary should have let him deal with it four days ago. Paola’s voice was shaking like a bird’s twitter.

“I didn’t call to make you mad,” Paola said. “I just thought you would want to know.”

“No, you didn’t,” Boricio said. “I could tell by the way you reacted when I expected your mom — you didn’t even know we had talked. You called because you wanted to ask me if I’d do what your mom called and asked me not to.”

Boricio smiled, raising his brows though Paola couldn’t see it, waiting for her answer.

“OK, fine. I need your help, Boricio. Can you help? I don’t want Mom to do something stupid.”

“Oh, but it’s lollipops and Lik M Aid for Uncle Boricio to take the risk?” After a pause he added, “And what is it you think I can do, Little Miss Thing? We’re not somewhere over the rainbow in the middle of a what the fuck is going on. We’re back in black and white now, I can’t just go making people disappear.”

The fuck is wrong with me? Mama Bear calls and I’m ready to roar; the cub calls and I want to stand down?

Paola said, “How am I supposed to answer that, Boricio? I knew you over there. I knew you before Rose. I saw things, heard other things. Felt stuff. I’ve seen nightmares in your eyes. Mom, too. We talk about it.”

“Say more stuff like that,” Boricio said, curious to see what the chickie would hatch.

“You’re a killer, Boricio.”

“You thanking me for keeping you breathing?”

“I’m not saying it like a bad thing.

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