ELEVENBig Jim Bullock hung the last of the three Doobie paintings on the living room wall and stood back to admire his handy work. He had to admit they added a much needed splash of color to the surroundings. When they’d returned home from the gallery he was tired, but Paco was running on pure adrenaline and had insisted they drag them in from the car. He wasn’t going to be happy until they were hung, never mind that Jim was the one who had to do all the work.
He set the hammer down on the stereo and turned toward Paco where he sat silently in the recliner.
“Well?”
“Well?”
“A thank you would be nice.”
“Gracias.”
“What the hell are you pouting about? I just spent next year’s vacation money on these paintings and if you took one step you’d trip over that bottom lip of yours.”
“Why pay
