“I can ask,” she said.
“Tell them I’ll try not to let it squirt out the holes in my chest.” Brett got up and went away.
Leonard squeezed my hand really tight. He said, “Do you know who shot me?”
I told him who as quickly as I could. I told him what had happened to them.
“Man,” Leonard said, “Vanilla is so cold and mean-”
“-her mean has to wear a hat and tie,” we said together.
Leonard laughed, and then winced. “Oh,” he said. “I think I shit myself a little.”
“What nurses are for,” I said. “Ask Brett to tell you how much she loves that part.”
He grinned at me, then gradually turned serious. “How do you feel, man?”
“It got done, and Vanilla got whatever it was she needed out of it. I figure eventually we’ll read about it in the papers. Someone will find them in time. They won’t show to work, and then they’ll go out there and find all those bodies. I don’t know what the law will think.”
“As long as they don’t think about you, it’ll be okay,” Leonard said.
“I think Vanilla and I did it pretty clean. I’m even going to get rid of the shoes and clothes I had on last night. I’m leaving nothing to chance, no footprints, no clothes fibers. And since I didn’t write my name in blood or draw a drawing of a devil head, I think I’ll be all right.”
“Of course you will,” Leonard said.
“I’m going to get rid of the guns tomorrow. Except my automatic. I didn’t use it. It’s still clean.”
“Hate to see them go,” he said.
“Best bet, though. I know a good place to ditch them.” Leonard nodded.
“Vanilla, what she did,” he said, “she didn’t do it for me. It was for you.”
“And herself.”
“What I can’t figure is how you got someone like Brett, and then someone looks like Vanilla, to be attracted to you. As a queer, I got to say, I don’t find you attractive at all.”
“Feeling’s mutual,” I said. “Minus the queer part.”
“But, you know what?”
“What,” I said.
“I love you, brother,” he said, without looking right at me. “And you’re the reason I came back from the dead. That, and the fact it’s cold over there. And dark.”
“Still,” I said, squeezing his hand, “I’m not giving you that damn hat back.”
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