I have to remark here, my sister has quit swearing almost entirely now, some 15 years after this conversation took place.  She may or may not want you to know this, I’m just saying this is her vintage voice, she has since mutated..

I heard her inhale on her cig. “I can see what he’s doing,” she said remarking on the man. “Three hours here, then get the hell out. Four hours there and then he’s scheduled a little break for you. One of the nights, you’re going out alone, right?”

(swearing below the break)

“Yeah. And maybe we’re gonna skip to New York real quick.”

“Good. See, the guy is in love with you and he knows his family sucks. That’s why he’s doing it the way he’s doing it. Get in and then get out as fast as you can. And the brother is traveling with you too, right?”

“Yeah, for most the trip.”

“Okay, so it sounds like you’re the 3 amigos to me. I’m sure they’re going to be glad to have you along. They do this every year, right? They have to go home for Thanksgiving, and I’m sure it always sucks. So this time they’re bringing a muse, and lets face it. There is no better muse in the world than you.”

“You think that?” I asked in a fog.

“Fuck yeah. Fuckin’ A, Elsa. You’re pure entertainment. Even XXXXX would admit that and he hates you.”

“Yeah? He hates me? Okay, well tell that fucker, I’m sure it’s my breath. And tell him to kiss my ass while you’re at it.”

“That’s better. The regular Elsa emerges from the fog. How many more weeks of this transit?”

“Months.”

“Okay. Well we’ll just have to see where you end up. But it’s sounding good. He takes care of you and you take care of him. And his brother too since you like him.”

“I do. He’s a nice guy.”

“Okay, well I’m sure you’ll help them both. If anyone can it’s you. There isn’t a motherfucker in this land that you can’t help one way or the other. Just try to call us while you’re gone, okay? We’re going to have a hard time going 4 days without an update.”

I laughed. “Will do.”

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