Funny how information is currency in places where money don't exist or don't matter. He doesn't have to tell Freckles he's curious as hell about what the answers are, but then again he ain't the one who was out there and saw it, so he has no business makin' demands on the guy to know what the hell's going on.
Waiting on permission ain't his style, though, and he'll find out what he wants to know one way or another, and won't no one else know it either. Only him, and that's the way it's always been and it's the way he likes it. For Freckles, he shrugs and gives a little nod.
"He tells the rest of us anything, I'll give you the heads-up on it. Don't expect him to make no big public announcements, though." They ain't even talked, to his recollection. Just nodded in passing a couple times, like they know each other and that's enough. Until now, even with the rumors and all, that's been enough. He can wait, but he ain't patient.
Last night in the elevator proved that.
Want to hear somethin' happened in that elevator last night, Freckles? He toys with the idea of sayin' it aloud but can't quite let the words out, like they're stuck so deep inside after a lifetime hidin' what he saw in the dark under that bed that if he lets 'em out now, a flood's gonna follow. Sure, she knows the bare bones of it -- she read that letter he's still got tucked away in his back pocket -- but she don't know the whole story and now ain't the time for confession.
"Sure hope you're hungry. Got you a Coca-Cola and some fries." See what she makes of that.
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Waiting on permission ain't his style, though, and he'll find out what he wants to know one way or another, and won't no one else know it either. Only him, and that's the way it's always been and it's the way he likes it. For Freckles, he shrugs and gives a little nod.
"He tells the rest of us anything, I'll give you the heads-up on it. Don't expect him to make no big public announcements, though." They ain't even talked, to his recollection. Just nodded in passing a couple times, like they know each other and that's enough. Until now, even with the rumors and all, that's been enough. He can wait, but he ain't patient.
Last night in the elevator proved that.
Want to hear somethin' happened in that elevator last night, Freckles? He toys with the idea of sayin' it aloud but can't quite let the words out, like they're stuck so deep inside after a lifetime hidin' what he saw in the dark under that bed that if he lets 'em out now, a flood's gonna follow. Sure, she knows the bare bones of it -- she read that letter he's still got tucked away in his back pocket -- but she don't know the whole story and now ain't the time for confession.
"Sure hope you're hungry. Got you a Coca-Cola and some fries." See what she makes of that.