Randy stood at the sink and washed the blood down the drain. He had two hours to get ready for his date with Monica Gucci, the Italian babe who’d knocked his socks off at the altar a couple days back. His choice to replace that snake Lucy, who’d fired a damn shot at him down in the bomb shelter just now.
He hadn’t checked on her since before the weekend, and he had no idea if she was dead or alive, so he figured he oughta take a look. After Trudy and Ruby, he was ready to make a fresh start with a new wife, but Lucy would have sumpin’ to say about that. Actually, he hoped she was dead. For the first time in his life, Randy asked himself a Big Question: “What the hell I need with three women?”
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