ESCHEWAL OPENS THE CAR door and jumps in.
"What's up, bruv?" says Deuce.
Eschewal feels like laughing, but the vexation does not leave his face. "That wasn't her yard, bruv."
"Are you sure?"
Eschewal nods and huffs. "Of course, I'm sure, man. Some off-key man answered the door, man." He sucks his teeth.
"Ter," Deuce shakes his head and then dials Alena. Her phone is switched off. "Bitch, fucking waste-chick. Try switch off her phone." He looks over at Eschewal. "You see, bruv, what I'm saying about girls? They're bitches. You can't trust these hoes, man. They're probably linking next man; you get me?"
Eschewal makes no reply; all he can think about is the mistake he made in giving up on looking for Manna. He thinks, 'If I hadn't given up, I would have never done the threesome on Salacious and would now be in the arms of Manna. Instead, I'm being poked in the arm by Deuce.'
Deuce repeats, "Oi, bruv, you get me?"
Eschewal nods.
Deuce looks away and stares out the window. "Yeah, man. That's why man has to have a wifey. You get me? For times like this when bitches play games, and you ain't got no other pussy to call. You can always go home to wifey."
Eschewal feels his bowels twist, sending a sharp pain to his chest.
The hope of finding a wife and becoming a creator of values is over. It seems as if The Dog in him senses this, and he feels the spirit of The Dog bolt to attention. He nods, unaware that he's about to have a mental breakdown.
Deuce scrolls to his girlfriend's name and sends a dialing tone. He says, "Yeah, gee, take me home to my wifey."
With emotions balancing on a razor-thin wire, Eschewal sticks the key into the ignition and drives off, knowing he will do something sick tonight.
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