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The knock at Jaime’s front door interrupted his afternoon coffee. Getting off the couch he scooted the grotesquely sized coffee cup across a TV tray and turned the volume down on the compelling day-time drama. I hope I won't have to put pants on. He thought or said out loud to himself; he wasn't sure which.
Outside Will stood on the porch breathing slowly. He was busily reviewing the reason for his visit but when the door opened he only managed to ask "Did you really tell her to 'eat shit'?"
"You'll need to be more specific as to which 'she' you're talking about,” insisted Jaime, but in truth, he knew exactly which 'she' Will was referring to because he had only told one woman to 'eat shit' that week. Stepping aside, he gestured for Will to come in and he did. In addition to the cold cup of coffee, the TV tray had a familiar carton of Chinese take-out. There wasn't a lot of furniture but the carpet was well-kept, brown shag.
"Explain to me why you can't get along with her anymore?" Will asked as he sat back in an uncomfortable bean bag chair only to stand up again and remove his suit coat before sitting back down. Jaime only replied by asking "How ‘bout you explain to me why you have to bow down to her?" Since neither of them knew how to answer, they silently let the issue die. Jaime turned the TV volume back up.