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Show 89 But instead I can't get my mind off Donny, wondering what it is that's bugging him, and I'm getting pissed at myself because whatever it is it's none of my business and don't want it to be. So at break I stayed away from him, waited until he was out of the John before I went in to take some more aspirin, and I waited until he was through at the Coke machine before I went over to get myself a Sprite. I didn't want to talk to him, didn't want to hear about it, so I wasn't ready when he comes up behind me and jumps me with that question. "Hey, has your Linda ever insulted you, bad?" "Like how?" I said, knowing the question was a mistake. "Like called you a pig? Called you a fucking pig?" "Nah." In fact, my Linda would never say anything like that. We're not married so she's real careful. But Donny's Linda, I've seen her, she picks him up at twelve, and it wasn't too hard to picture her giving him shit. "What would you do if she did, if she called you something like that?" I knew exactly what I would do but I didn't say it, I didn't say anything. I was wishing I'd stayed in the John. "Maybe I should have belted her," he said. But there he was wrong. Donny is a hell of a big guy okay, but she's big too. A real heavyweight. She'd probably have belted him back. "You didn't punch your timecard when you came on, Donny, did you know that?" I said, trying to change the subject. |