“Haw-aw-aw-aw-aw-haw! ‘olly, you so funny. You killing me.” Juan was finally trying to gain some semblance of control. Coughing, taking a sip of soda and digging in her bag for tissues. And then they were grinning at each other like two idiots, the sister-ship flowing.
“When Mester Cunningham phone you, you...”
Holly cut her off. “He’s not going to call me, Juan. I made a fool of myself.”
Juan shook her head. “You listen to Juan... he call you back. No man get service like that and not call for more. Man like hound dog; always sniffing round woman’s leg. You believe me... he call. And when he call, you say to him... Mester Cunningham? This Holly. What we do in the office? That be fine but we don’t do that no more. If you want part time lover-woman, you treat me right. Not like w***e put
