Chapter IX
Guys: A Thesis Statement
“Wait a second.”
Champ Sappline sneezed upon the brightlamp-illuminated sidewalk. Sniffling, he righted himself from the constellation that he had just created, locked a nozzle to the canister wherein liquefied garbage crackled, walked to the rear of the truck and turned on the straw. The truck sucked.
“What were you about to say?” Champ asked Candace through his lily.
“I’m happy for you,” his ex-wife responded, “but you don’t need to give me updates on everyth—”
“But this is major news,” defended the garbage man. “It seemed like something you should know. They re-bodied my father. That’s big news.”
“I’m in Thailand with Alan.”
“You guys gypsies?”
“This is only the third trip we’ve taken since we—” Candace stopped herself abruptly.
“Since what?
