CHAPTER SEVEN
Bob didn't see the girls that Sunday, but instead, he lay dead in the crib. He would have their apartment set up and ready for them to move in, by the end of the week. It should really be groovy, he thought to himself. A lot of s**t had gone down, but everything looked good. They could make it, he thought.
Lorraine was the lead girl. She held the stuff together. She watched his ass like a hawk. Not out of mistrust, but for his safety. She knew he was calling the shots, and she dug that. But he didn't have eyes in the back of his head. So she watched his ass. When a person wanted to give you the shaft, that's where usually they would put it, right up the old bung hole.
Bob was important to her. She couldn't really put her finger on it. But he was. Bob knew, or felt this. Al
