CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
The sun was almost completely submerged as we walked to the car. Only a few pink and red ribbons remained in the sky.
Moo Moo didn’t let us out of the parking lot. Before we could exit, he pulled the SUV in front of the lot entrance.
Bo cursed under his breath.
“These guys are really starting to piss me off,” he said. “If he calls me Ceelo, I’m kicking his ass, man.”
“Just be cool,” I said.
“Why do they call him Moo Moo?” Bo asked, screwing up his face.
“Don’t know, don’t care,” I said.
Bo rubbed his bald head as Moo Moo and 4Ball climbed out of the SUV.
For once, Moo Moo’s snarl had turned to a mischievous grin as he strutted to the driver’s side. He tapped the window and Bo cracked it.
“Bruh, last I checked, it was illegal to block a parking lot,” Bo said.
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