Chapter 9
Rob: Two stars. Bright Green. Robbin’ the cradle more like it. Seems to be obsessed with Ixaax, the kid with the bat tattoo and about a million others. Batman and Robbin’…maybe they’re a thing. Ixaax—what’s with that name, by the way—looks to be about twenty years younger. Robbin’ is average. Mid-forties, maybe. I’m probably too old for him, so who cares? Plus, he’s groomed his eyebrows to the point he hardly has any left. Leave the hair where it grows, dude. Hasn’t hardly looked at me once, so F him.
AC was finishing up a lengthy conversation with his sister-in-law, Luanne, when Rob climbed into the seat beside him.
“Hi.”
AC waved. Once again, he hadn’t gotten a chance to grab the notebook containing his harsh, mean-spirited, and definitely premature evaluations. He envision
