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'I still think we should call the cops,' Sheila said. |
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'Get real,' Buddy told her. |
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'I mean it. She tried to bash your brains out.' |
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'Yeah,' Doug said. 'Let's keep her.' Grinning at Buddy, he said, 'We were one babe short. Now we got one for you.' |
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'Crazy bitch,' Buddy muttered. |
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Lou couldn't stop staring at the young woman. She gave him the creeps, black like that. Ever since he'd come into the foyer with the others and seen her, he'd felt cold and shaky. Last night, they'd done all that to Chidi. Now, a gal brings pizza to the house and she shows up covered with wet stuff that makes her as black as a nigger and she tries to whack Buddy. Like she was some kind of avenging phantom, or something. |
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They'd checked outside and the rain was black. If it was rain. |
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Lou had tried to tell himself that this was just an ordinary woman who came to bring the pizza and got caught in the storm. But that didn't ease his fears. Why in hell was black crap coming down out there? Why in hell did she try to brain Buddy? |
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He couldn't rid himself of the awful feeling that, somehow, Chidi was behind it. |
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Buddy and Doug were spooked, too. Even though they kept joking around and stuff, he could see it in their eyes. |
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'Yeah,' Buddy said after a few moments of silence. 'Let's lug her into the john.' |
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