Chapter 18Mr. and Mr. Casey Cooke
Eddie wasn’t being a tool.
“He wanted to give Max the orange, himself,” I marveled. “He wanted to give Max his orange.”
Max accepted it, like the final rose. Romance was in the air, or at least unbridled homosexual Hominidae horniness. The moment I stepped out of the way, Eddie reached out again. This time, Max offered his paw in return, and Eddie brought it to his lips as I had with Johnny’s a hundred times in front of him.
“Ain’t that some s**t?” Jamal roared and shook his mane.
“I wouldn’t believe it if I wasn’t standing here,” Casey said.
Eddie signed hi, your everyday, basic wave. Max grunted.
“Definitely a happy sound.” Casey imitated it. “I’ve heard it. I’ve made it. And I was happy at the time.”
“I remember,” Jamal said. “Except happy didn’
