Hope Guides Me
Somehow, Benny and Kowalski missed their own damn honeymoon. Ray sets out to fix it.
Something had to give. Question was, what was gonna drop first: the penny, or the other shoe?
Hold up—let’s rewind.
“Kowalski?!” he called, arms spread out at his sides, voice hitting soprano to dot the i. “The hell are you doin’ here?” ‘Did you up and leave my best friend in the dirt?’ would have been the next logical step, but considering that he’d just called it quits with Stella, he might not have much of a leg left to stand on.
Kowalski, eyes as wild as his hair, stabbed two fingers in the general direction of the door and pushed out of his chair. Nodding, Ray turned on his heel and led the way into the hallway, then took a left by the stairs.
“Seriously, what are you doing in Chicago?” he asked again the moment the door of the supply closet thunked shut behind them.
“I think that’s my line,” Kowalski snapped back.
Now, aside from the one time they could claim to have had an actual conversation, Ray had never seen this man wielding anything but an attitude directly proportionate to the giant chip on his shoulder, but this? This was the tone of a man three pointed questions away from flipping his lid real good.
And Ray’d already wasted one.
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