2.d.iii
“What’s this? What’s he doing?”
Tanya
shrugged. “I don’t know. He’s done this a couple of times. Just kind of blanks out. Stares off into space for a minute. Never seen him do it for this long.”
“Well, it’s
shit,” said The Greed with the boy’s mouth.
His voice was noticeably less gurgly.
“I was making a point and about to do something really cool and now…
What? I just have to sit here like a
turd in a toilet, hoping for a flush so I can get on with it?”
“If the shoe
fi–”
“Don’t. Don’t even say it. I’ve got scores to settle with you too,
woman. It’s just… If we get into now and
he wakes up while I’m distracted, I’ll miss my big moment.”
“What a
shame,” said Tanya.
“Damn
right. I’ve been planning this for a
couple of decades now.” The Greed leaned
his boyish host body against a store display.
“Oh well. I’ll just have to wait
then.”
Tanya,
likewise, leaned against a shelf.
After a moment
The Greed said, “What’s with the freezer bags and the body spray?”
“I don’t
know. It was his idea,” Tanya said. “If I knew, I wouldn’t have to wait around
either.”
“Looks weird
is all.”
“You know
what… Let’s just pass this time in silence, shall we?”
