For some reason, Jesse told Mike’s mother about all the female company, particularly Mystery Date. His mother his considerably upset with him and starts fussing. She calls him a whore and is about to embark on a regular tirade. Mike does his best to ignore her so he won’t say something mean.
“Are you listening to me?”
“I’ll listen when you’ve got something to say other than name calling. I was drunk, horny, been without for awhile. It’s a hell of a cocktail with testosterone, Ma. But you wouldn’t know about that, being without testicles. If it makes you feel any better, she came onto me.”
“Was it the blonde from the picture?”
“No.”
“Michael.”
“Ma. . . .”
My phone rang. Thank God. I picked up abruptly, almost yelling.
“Yeah?” There was a pause.
“Mike?”
“Yeah?”
“It’s Sally.”
“Oh, sorry. What’s up, Sal?”
“Steve’s on the way back. I…
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