10. WHAT KIND OF ASSHOLE IS GONNA PUT KETCHUP ON A HOT DOG?
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THE CAR JOURNEY SEEMED TO be unusually civil. Kitty was behind the wheel. Richie had practically fought Carmy into getting the passenger seat and sat there almost quiet, simply watching videos on his phone. This left the younger man to have to climb into the back next to the load of plastic boxes filled with everything they needed for hosting this party.
"Cousin, listen, do me a favor, okay? I'm trying to get us out of this hole. All right? I want today to go smooth," Carmy said, putting his head in between the front seats, his eyes purely focused on Richie as he spoke, "Please do not bring shit up."
Richie rolled his eyes and glanced at Carmy, "Chill. I'm not gonna bring up shit. All right?"
Carmy nodded, satisfied with the answer and leaned back into his seat. Kitty bit her lip as she glanced over at the passenger side, watching as Richie went back to his videos. She wasn't sure whether to believe him or not, but she had noticed that ever since getting into the vehicle, he did seem to have calmed down, so she hoped that he would keep his word.
However, that hope vanished as soon as the trio knocked on the front door of Uncle Jimmy's place and the second he stepped out, Richie went for his throat. The two men arguing loudly whilst Kitty and Carmy stood there, both holding a box each. Their eyes staring blankly ahead.
"...You got it all wrong––"
"...It's literally the easiest fuckin' job––"
"...No you see what––"
"...Oh, don't start with that shi––"
"...I'm the only one that stands up to you and doesn't listen to your bullshit! That's––"
"...The phone rings, there's a problem––"
"...It wasn't my phone!"
"...Call an electrician or a plumber!"
"...I've been saying this for years! It wasn't my fucking phone!" Richie yelled, waving his arms around wildly. His eyes filled with nothing but anger as he practically foamed at the mouth.
"'Cicero, Cicero I'm your guy. I've got a child now, Cicero, I need a fuckin' real job.'.."
"...You don't think I know how to pick up the fuckin' phone and call the fuckin' electrician?"
"...'Can I have tickets to Lion King?'"
"You don't think I can pick up the fuckin' goddamn phone?" Richie yelled, his voice managing to get way louder than Uncle Jimmy's who quietened down slightly, "And we don't even know how she fell down those stairs!"
