CHAPTER TEN
Leslie didn’t want to join Max in the living room when Clinton and Goldie left for work but had nothing else to do.
He sat on the couch with his eyes closed and the television on mute.
She wouldn’t dare start the conversation, so she snatched the remote from his lap and turned up the television to get a reaction.
He opened his eyes, wiping the corner of his mouth. “What the?”
“I’m bored.” She squeezed into the narrow chair by the window.
“My life is on the line and you’re bored.” He rested his n***d feet on the cluttered table. “How would you feel if you were me?”
She shuddered. “Don’t even play like that, Max.”
He pulled at his T-shirt, sniffing. “We got to get clothes too. Clinton’s bringing wigs and stuff on his way from work.”
“I’m not wearing a damn thing.” She fl
