CHAPTER FIFTEEN“Get dressed, stupid. If you want your jolt so bad, I’ll get you a jolt. But you have to work for it. Come on.”
Bobby slipped into his own jeans and shoes. He wore an Oakland Raiders tee shirt and a bright red American Red Cross baseball cap that must have blown off some chump’s head during a storm and gone skittering along the sidewalk, straight to Bobby.
“We’ll go up to El Cerrito and talk to Morty at the dog.”
“That’s good, Bobby. Morty always has plenty of jelly beans. We can always sell his stuff at the schools.”
Bobby pulled on his shitkicker boots and grunted. He stood up and squeezed Red’s elbow.
“But, Bobby,” she said.
“Yeah?”
“You told me that Morty only takes cash. We don’t have any cash, do we?”
“Not yet.”
He opened the dresser drawer where Red knew he k
