“Right as Rain,” Shirley says dreamily.
“I have a last-but-not-least,” Rain adds. “Since I’ve been rooming with him, I don’t hear drums in my ear.”
“But does he like yogurt?” Dwayne asks suggestively.
“Dwayne here sure likes yogurt,” Shirley notes. “Don’t you like yogurt, angel?”
“Rain is aware I like yogurt. Isn’t that the case, babe?”
Rain watches Lemuel, hunched over his computer, through the open doorway of the bedroom. Halfway through the second joint, she jumps up, snaps off the television and motions for Dwayne and Shirley to put the show on the road.
Shirley pouts. “You’re not gonna go and kick us out, are you? It’s still today.”
“I was sorta hoping we could crash, babe,” Dwayne announces.
“I was hoping to check out the merchandise,” Shirley, by now pleasant
