SNUFF (h.s.)

Chapter 23

What's Up, Pussycat?

A frozen glass bottle of chocolate milk.

Harry snorted a creasing line from Nora's belly. His nose tickled her. She was smoking a blunt while drinking her milk leaning on her seat. He sat straight to hug her. He pinched her shoulder as she laid her feet on the dash.

"Is that your baby habit again, lover?", she licked her finger to eat the rest of the blow on her.

"Ha!", he grabbed a burger from the paperbag next to him, "I'm having a good time here, BB", he ate half of it, "How many did you take?"

"You asked for two"

"I didn't ask for this", he showed his chicken burger, "There are four more in here"

"It's your lucky day, Doc", she winked and turned to the silver drive-in screen commercials before the second feature.

"We can split it", she nodded and  he dipped three fries in ketchup and ate them. He sniffled, his nostrils were dry.

Harry fed Nora half of his spare burger. He could split a chicken burger without spilling the cabbage or the mayo, the fried chicken wouldn't slide on the side nor the bread creased. He was an auteur concerning his finger food.

"I paid for four"

"And the fries?"

"Four and the fries"

"You are in Poldo's favor"

"That bastard again"

"I like the guy"

"He's your imaginary friend, partner. You still haven't remembered where they call him that"

"I could talk about that episode but you'd call me a wiseass"

"The only thing you know about' im is the name you gave' im", Nora ate the fries with ketchup on them leaving the rest to him. They weren't sops and didn't taste like soil. These were itsy bitsy crispy tasty fries, "You'll eat these by yourself?"

Harry placed two burgers on her. She opened the paper, three tiny dots of sauce had dampened it. She pressed the burger and ate a delicious bite of it with all the pleasure of her heart. The film started without titles. The first scene had just rolled. There were movies of Jurassic ultranova productions and Oscarian acting and there was also a certain type of movies that measured nothing but your delight in gigantic cinemascope with blood boiling color!

"It'd be a blast tonight here if your films were screened"

"All of them?"

"My favorites", he pretended to consider it and decided that he admired his idea.

"Each time you come up with new ones"

"Alright...", he watched the tip of a stashed 'Apache' pack behind her cold-shoulder sleeve, "I'll pick my very favorite ones"

"You're starting with Rosa?"

"Yes, I am starting with Rosa"

"You're predictable", she laughed and puffed a smoke.

Harry leaned close to Nora and lifted his bare foot to rest on the open window.

"No", he pointed out with his greasy finger, "I'm picking it first to get it out of the way, sweet pea"