“You so f****d up, bro. I’m the one who told him to take that money.”
“What? Why would you do that?”
“He called asking me if I could spot him the money, and I would have, but I’m out of town until Tuesday.”
“What the hell would he need a hundred bucks for?”
“Hey, that seafood lasagna you love so much isn’t exactly cheap,” was Claudia’s answer.
Richard was confused, and his silence must have said so because she sighed loudly and told him to walk into the kitchen. Richard started to protest, and Claudia promptly and curtly told him to shut the f**k up and do as he was told. As Richard approached the kitchen, the smell of something delicious but slightly overcooked hit his nose.
As he rushed into the room, Rain’s parting words echoed through his mind: never mind, just make sure you turn
