Chapter 132

Yogurt Vagina

“We have to restrategize and patch up all the loopholes,” Ella said, looking out the window, at the sky scrapers and pedestrians that threw past as they drove to the car wash.

“What other loopholes do we have?” Brian asked.

He noticed Ella kept quiet because she was having a cigar in her mouth and about to light up. He wished he could smoke; he needed it now; he needed anything that could make him think straight and be courageous in these hard times; every day that came by dawned on him that he could be exposed by anything and anybody soon.

“But you shouldn’t have told my father so soon,” he said the moment he noticed her mouth was free to utter words. She was smoking with a great appetite and when Brian stole a glance at her face she seemed not to be bothered as much as he was. Her face looked free and her eyes brightened with less worry; maybe because he was involved in the murder and she had placed her worries on his shoulders.

She blew