Pete's Spilt Milk

"And you," I say, leaning over towards Pete. "What have you to do so skorry?"

"My sister," he says, a bead of sweat at his brow. The purple cloud of eyeshadow over his left eye was a bit smeared and a bit of sweat had dripped down like a tear, bringing a faint purple streak down his cheek. "She's real bolnoy. My mum'll be real razdrez if I'm not home when she leaves for her night job."

Georgie is watching me behind his tipped back glass of moloko, analyzing what my response might be to this. He looked like he were watching a fancy bit of sinny where a mouse sniffs around at the nose of a snake before the snake attacks, coiling around the mouse so tight like that you could almost viddy the trail of krovvy running from its rot. Me being the snake, of course.

"What's she got?" Dim asks, a few strands of his hair loose and wispy around his chubby litso. He looked like a real mess, he did. We had not been up to much this particular nochy so he had no excuse looking like that.

"Don't know," Pete says.

"Perhaps if I ittied over there and grabbed a rookerful of her groodies she'd feel real horrorshow, eh? Forget about the sickness?" I say, the slovos just falling out my rot. And then, even worse yet, my goobers split into a sneer and I took a sip of the knify moloko before swiping my yahzick along my upper lip to cheest the residue. Pete did not take to my comment kindly, which I did not expect him to.

"That was not very dobby of you, Alex," Pete says, blinking his glazzies a few times before standing. His forehead crinkles with concern like. He grabs his cane in his hand and grips it tight, his thin shoulders hunched like they always were. "Enough of that cal. I don't very much like you speaking about my sister like this."

I spike my eyebrows up, feeling real awkward. I viddy him.

"Well, Pete. I did not know you were such a sensitive brat. I reckon you can't do much about what business I have with her, however." I lifted the glass of moloko to my rot and started to peet. I shift my attention to a peculiar veck sitting a bench or so away, his back against the black wall of the Korova, his glazzies rolling and rot open wide in amaze. He were swimming like in the land of synthemesc. He were not here. Not really.

That had done it. Those last slovos I uttered were quite the mistake.

Pete sliced his cane through the air, knocking the glass out of my rooker and the moloko splashed across my lap and onto the floor, the glass itself shattering into bolshy chunks when it hits the carpet. I sit there for a moment, stunned, moloko all over my white platties. I slowly tip my litso up at Pete, my nostrils flaring and rooker curling into a fist where I had just held the glass. I was about to start with him, but he started to drast me with his slovos before I could even think of a veshch to do.

"E-nough of that, Alex!" Pete screams at me. A strand of his brown voloss is tickling his small, rounded nose which is tinted pink like with the blushing anger he seemed to be seized by. He points at me with his cane, so close the tip was almost poking my chest like. "I've slooshied enough of your filthy slovos! Instead of being a bastard, why don't you say you hope she feels dobby again?"

He straightens his shirt and clears his throat. I am sitting there, stunned into the land of silence, my brothers. I could not believe that shy, reserved Pete would react that way towards me. I felt sort of ashamed like since now every solitary veck in the Korova was viddying us with their hungry glazzballs.

"Goodnight, droogs," he says sideways to Georgie and Dim before hurrying out of the Korova, pulling his beret down to cover his eyes. A full minoota might have passed, my brothers, for I didn't know. I felt a mush of feelings in my guttiwutts. I was bezoomny at Pete for having the idea to creech at me like this when I hadn't done that much wrong to him. It were only a bit of teasing like. I did not really know his sister and I had never met the devotchka. I could not have grabbed a fistful of her groodies anyway since I hadn't even introduced meself. I felt real ashamed, brothers. My droog Pete had been nothing but horrorshow with me until this very nochy.