he tucked his shoulderslipped his thumb under the canvas straps to help roll the heavy sack off his shoulder onto the kitchen counter 

                Yaauch, finally; you ignored me. 

his shoulder didnt usually bitch

                                   Ya complainin

Am I complaining? 

                     I think I started complaining around Ysabel and Crosstown; I know you know.  You ignored me.

I did

Why would you do that?

We still had two miles to walk no time to pamper yer . . evidently tender feelings

My tender feelings? You were feeling it as much as I.

I was which is why I ignored ya 

                                    Now that were home Ill hear ya out 

Hear me out now. 

                    Isn’t that too little too late?

Is it I think yamay be correct

                             he couldnt resist a minute a little smirk floated up into his face

Really?

         You’re really going to smir . . 

. . Were home  I promise ya a hot bath tonightbath salts  the lavender one seasalts

Really?

          You're not shitting me?

I love ya man I am sorry the abuse Ive heaped on you but yaknow your cohort since the last surgery isnt up or will likely ever be up for the abuse Not that it doesnt wish it could

Yah, well, it could have been me had you gone over the handlebars when the chain snapped, your right leg extended. 

My thats magnanimous of . .

. . Quit! Don’t butterball me. Give me a hot bath seasalts tonight, we’ll call it good.

Thank you

Yabetcha.

 

maybe thats why the clock on the electric range read 3:21 

                                                             citing the countdown that had been counting down during those last two miles

the 3:21 was legitimate 

                          although he was growing suspiciousmarveling that entities separate of each otherseparate of neural connexions  separate  animate and inanimate  would be pluggingbacking each other up

actually he thought it was pretty fucking cool

321 or 1521,  Reggae Friday,  30  4. 21