Stephan grumbled, “This is ridiculous! Driving the monster to work when we could just as easily take the bikes or walk. We’ll never find three consecutive parking places, and even if we do we’re practically guaranteed to forget to feed the meters and get tickets.” And to make his point even stronger, Stephan flashed the middle three fingers of his right hand. “Three tickets!”Frank backed the recreational vehicle onto leafy Bennett Street. “Boy, you know something? You’re as cranky this morning as an old virgin!”“Well, you’d be cranky, too, Frankie, if you had been wakened from a sound sleep by an obscene and threatening phone call!”“What do you mean if?” Frank loudly demanded, swiveling his head a full ninety degrees to stare with mock disbelief at Stephan. “And exactly where do you think I was when that piece of slime phoned? Sailboating off Marblehead harbor? Or maybe snorkeling in the Cayman Islands?”Stephan’s lower lip pouted out, giving him a cross little-boy look.
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