“Well, I’ll be damned. I didn’t think she had the balls,” Kit said, putting his arms behind his head. He caught Romeesha’s appalled glare. “An’ don’t you start. Hell, she’s right. He’s been loopy ever since we pulled Tug n’ Mirrorball outta there.”
“Still,” Romeesha replied. “Bitch!...”
Kit chuckled. Then he winked and said, “’Member when I first met you?” God, that South Mouth could drive Jesus insane. “Meymbur weyn ah furst mechoo?”
Romeesha harumphed. “Fuck you. You ruffled my hair and said ‘Hey, li’l fella!’”
“Yep, you remember. We didn’t have anything like you growing up in Tennessee,” he said with a laugh. Then he blinked. “Hell, we didn’ have anything like me, either!”
“Just my luck,” Romeesha muttered.
“Oh, jeez. You jus’ gotta lighten up, hon.”
“That’s real funny. Coming from you. You’re in a coma.”
“Touche.”
“We thought about bringing your guitar,” Romeesha said quietly. “To, you know, bring you out of it.”
“Now, that’s real sweet of you,” Kit said smiling his Good Ol’ Boy smile. All he needed as a pair of overalls and a stalk of wheat hanging from his lips. “But you heard that doctor. My little piggies can’t wee wee wee all the way home, much less strum ol’ Mason-D,” he replied, citing the name of his beloved guitar, short for “Mason Dixon.” He smiled again, “I’m in the presidential vegan estate, ‘member?”
“’Persistent vegetative state,” Romeesha corrected.
“I like mine better.”
“Baby, you’re a turnip.”
“So I guess I can’t play that guitar, huh?”
“Guess not.”
“Shit. So now Manny and Gwenny are all debating death and dying, huh?”
“Something like that.”
“Deep shit,” Kit observed. “Talk about a buzzkill. And you know what?”
“What?”
“I could kill for a shot of tequila right now.”
Romeesha smiled inwardly. “I’ll see if they can put that into your I.V.”
“Aw, do that, would you? That’d be nice. The good stuff, not the crap stuff.”
Romeesha looked away.
“Oh. My. Gawd,” Kit said. “Are you cryin’? The girl who gets all gansta on my ass when I call her the Pom-pom Princess?”
“Oh, fuck that shit,” Romeesha said, her eyes brimming. “I ain’t crying for shit.”
Kit puckered for a second. “’Mums the word.”
“What…what did Vagabond do to you?”
Kit burst out laughing. “How the hell should I know? I’m a figment of that compu-imagination of yours. You tell me! Not like I’m goin’ anywheres.”
“Manny says he paralyzed your mind.”
“OK.”
“And the only way to snap you out of it—“
“Is to off me and hope that they can shock my ass back to life. I got it.”
“Yeah.”
Kit was quiet for a moment. Then, “Well, that just sucks.”
“Yeah,” Romeesha said again, quietly.
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