They chomped and giggled all through dinner without a word or a nod at me or Cooter. Then after they ate, lickety split they ran right back to Mavis’ room. It went on like this for a few days till I couldn’t take it no more. I pounded on the door and shouted, “Open up in there!”
Stank opened the door with a half-smile on his face. “What’s going on here?” I asked tryin’ to keep the pained tones out of my voice.
“I’m glad you’re here, Clem, I gots something to ask ya,” Stank said.
“You knows you can say anything to me,” I said.
“Okay, fine then,” he said puffing up to his full height. “Will you be my best man?”
“Mavis and I… we’re getting married!
“What about the job?! What about the land spec-u-lotion and getting back to Earth and taking care of Old Man Cooter?”
“You’re not losing a gang member, you’re gaining a brother.”
“I thought we already was brothers.”
“Nonsense, now it’ll be official.”
“What about the bank of ‘49?”
“We’ll do that soon as my fiancé’s finishes her calculations. No need to rush.”
“So what have you two been doing this whole durn time?”
“Well we started planning the bank job, then I said something intelligent-like about if we rob the bank and buy tickets everybody would know where we gots the money. And then she said, ‘You so smart, Stank—”
“Wait that’s exactly what I said before and you told me to stop worrying.”
“Maybe you didn’t say it right or loud enough.”
“You took my ideas and my woman!”
“She ain’t your woman,” Stank said. “And—”
“I ain’t nobody’s woman, but my own self,” Mavis said.
To Be Continued…