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Show Car Baseball Butch and Fenn Stories 40 3 At the pharmacy, Denise always treats us the same. She is glad to see us for five minutes, but when we spread our raunchy swollen notebooks on the counter and start comparing statistics in each of the leagues, she tries a clever insult or two and then a flat out insult about "juveniles" and then she gives up and goes back with the Beast. We call the pharmacist, Huber, the Beast because he's about seven feet tall and ranges around back there behind the huge counter the way they'd keep Frankenstein in a barn. Butch explained it all one time to Denise: "It's not a nick-name, Neesie. He's a beast." Butch turns through the pages on his clipboard. "Cup's off for at least a week. I'm sick of arguing with Barbara about the cups." Butch is the only kid I know who calls his parents by their first names. He goes on: "Karen always tells. It's not worth it." "She wouldn't tell if you didn't pound her so much'." "If I didn't pound her so much, she'd be in the league for chrissake!" Butch leans back and spins his stool in disgust at the idea of not pounding his sister. "You guys wanna play Sockball? There's two more games in the regular season." Fenn says this and then tips his mug up and tries to eat the ice from off the insides. It will go on his shirt as always. |