Reggie Lauderdale slumps, cozied inside the limousine. He is nuzzled by ponies and bears, Pinky’s animals practically devouring him. Reggie watches the town haze by. Vic’s Variety, City Hall, a school, a cemetery, Cool Car Wash, a strutting Maria.
“Pull over!”
“f**k!” Elmer shouts, stomping on the brake pedal.
Reggie lunges forward as the luxury car grinds to a halt. He presses a button and the blacked-out window descends. He yells, “Maria! Hey!”
She spins around, her fur coat cruising, twirling through the frigid air. Spooked, Maria clicks over to the car. “Reggie? Honey? What happened to your face?”
“Well, s**t happened, I guess.”
“Jesus …” she says.
Jesus Reggie roots through a grocery bag and yanks out almost five-thousand dollars. He shoves the cash toward her. “Take this. For
