“No-”

“I know you luck him all the time. But in this tucking gringo country they have laws to protect you tucking cunt criminals. I can’t do tucking nothing to you that I should do.”

“Do it to yourself from now on, your majesty. I’m gone.”

“So he really was a good screw, huh?” Veronica said. “Too bad about that temper.”

“So I did have an affair or two. Shit, Veronica. He was out banging every rotten slice of cuntmeat he could buy.”

“And he gave you a divorce?”

“It was my claim-abuse-at first. Then things got worse. The prick countersued, saying I was a prostitute from the first and entrapped him into marriage. Said it was fraud on my part.”

“Fuckingchrist. And him a fake king. Who won?”

“Well, no one. It was settled out of court. I guess if anyone won, the lawyers did.”

“All Jewboys, I bet.”

“Veronica-please be a bit more open-minded. Yes, coincidentally the attorneys involved did happen to be Jewish. But mine was a woman.”

“You fuck her, Constance?”

“You tease. If you didn’t have such tight little titties, Veronica, you’d never get away with half the foul things you say.”

“And who’s this private dick sucker supposed to be anyway?”

“He comes most highly recommended to me. He is apparently sensitive to the values people like us hold in our hearts and minds.”

“Can’t believe that. Are you gonna check him out? I mean, before you hire him for sure?”

“There is a minor task I have in mind that will assist him in proving his worth, Veronica.”

“Oh?”

“I’m going to set him to a little matter that has come up pertaining to some of my pearls.”

“You mean the pearls you-”

“Those are the ones I have in mind. After all, it’s the season for the charity ball.”

Chapter III