“Okay, then. Okay, Burt. Now we’re introduced. Now maybe you don’t mind going into what you’re doing in here?”

“I’m waiting for Glenna.”

“Glenna’s gone.”

“She’ll be back.”

“Not for a while, bud.”

“I’ll wait a while. And it’s Burt.”

“I don’t give a fuck it’s Henry Kissinger. I’m starting to get the idea you’re fucking around with me, and I don’t like it.”

“If you hadn’t gone fucking around with some other piece of ass but Glenna, maybe she wouldn’t have asked me up here.”

“That’s horseshit, pal.”

“How so?”

“Glenna doesn’t give a damn what I do while she’s gone, she’s gone sometimes a month at a time, and she doesn’t expect me to be a fucking priest, you know? It’s an understanding we got. And I’m beginning to understand something else… I had about enough of you. Now what is this really about?”

“All I know is she asked me up, asked me to stay on, maybe she just figured I’d pass the word onto you your welcome was worn out.. ”

“Hey. You were just leaving, sport.”

“I don’t want any trouble. You’re a whole lot stronger than me, I can see that. No need to go proving it.”

“So get the fuck out of here, then.”

“Look, why don’t we just ask Glenna which of us she wants to hang around.”

“What? She split, she’s gone, hasn’t that sunk in yet, you jackass?”

“We’ll call her and ask her.”

“I don’t have a number to reach her, and neither do you.”

“I admit I don’t. I just thought maybe you did. You say you live here.”

“Well… sometimes she leaves a number.”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t know why I’m playing along with you on this, I really don’t…”

“We’ll call. Come on.”

“She won’t be there till tomorrow, at least. She’s driving, and it’s a long way where she’s headed.”

“Where’s that?”