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A Look At How Things Might Be If Michelle Comes To Live At the Pad X3
Joey passed time in his usual manner, blatzing around and yakking and pawing through shit on the dresser, something about a CD he'd picked up and, where was it?
Roanne pointed and said, "You mean the one you left on the bed?"
The CD was buried under the dog cutting z's on the bed. Joey shoved the dog off it and cradled the thing in his hands, his face a tragedian's anguish, wailing to heaven, "It's scratched!"
He stuck his lower lip out in a pout made for Showtime.
Roanne looked at Michelle, rolled her eyes.
Roanne said, "Hey Joey, help me get the mattress out of the hall for Michelle."
Mourning the loss of the fucked-up CD, he ignored her.
"Hey, Joey!" No dice, and now he was back to rooting around on the dresser.
"Oh fuck you," Roanne said, and she and Michelle went and dragged in the mattress and blankets.
That taken care of, they fixed and felt better.
Later, they went out for something to snack on. Joey was cool now, attentive and playful, not stupid. Roanne was happy. Michelle fell into a loose kind of groove.
A couple of hours, and then bye bye Doofus, and then after that she would see. It felt almost like freedom there in that booth, nibbling eggrolls and such as the chiva coursed through her...