Kit stared at the last page and set it down carefully. “So he eats this guy’s balls and then shits on his bones and pisses on his grave. Couldn’t you be a little less tasteful?” “Well, actually, it’s his brother’s balls.” “Oh, okay. That’s all right.” She laughed. “Keep it in the family.” I had to laugh, too. “Hey, if you can’t appreciate good literature, you don’t have to expose yourself to it.” “It’s not me who’s exposing myself. Are you going to let your mother read this? Your shrink?” “I wouldn’t show it to the shrink. Mother would say, ‘Can’t you sex it up a little? Have him jerk off into the grave?’” “No wonder you’re such a delicate soul.” “Everything I am today, I owe to dear old Mom.” I loaded up on carbs with a double stack of pancakes—or used the bike as an excuse to stuff myself, take your pick—and then Kit drove me back to where the weather and road had stopped us the night before.
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