He’d grunted over the carelessly black-sutured chest as Lenny explained about her heart attack, thinking, Heart attack, fart attack. I only hope you suffered, cunt, before assuring Lenny that he’d do everything possible for the deceased, before her ex-husband came back from his out-of-town trip the next afternoon.
Watery brown eyes anxious, Lenny had said, “You’ll make her look nice, won’tcha, Craig? Her landlady sent over these clothes. Norm, he’s a jerk, but really a nice guy. You’ll do her up right, won’t you?”
Craig was upstairs at that very moment, tossing under the covers in gleeful delight over the prospect of seeing Norm Hibbing’s farsighted blue eyes goggle out when Craig lifted the lid and exposed the neo-Punk corpse within, as he officiously explained that there was nothing el
