By Jeffrey A. Paolano
“Havenwood’s pits. Not bad care, nothing like that. No, saying the happenings betweens the men and womens, that’s what I’m talking about,” teases Kyle, slurping coffee one of five.
Merle widens his eyes. “You sure? People be pushing seventy or more.”
Merle’s naiveté motivates Kyle. “Sure as sunlight.”
“Getting on?” agnostically mutters Merle.
“Rabbit-like, yo rabbits,” smirks Kyle, slurping his coffee.
“Where? When? How?” a wavering Merle questions.
“Needs blue, thas all,” assures Kyle coyly.
Now enlightened, Merle questions, “What’s the levy?”
“Jackson,” says Kyle.
“Steep, my man, steep,” grumbles Merle, expectantly fumbling his wad.
“Some says worth it,” postulates Kyle.
A group of cool dudes discussing the folks in a nursing home? Somehow I just didn’t get this one at all.
Mr. Warner:
I am sure you are virile and stalwart, having no need of Viagra as the rest of us do.
Jeff