Bobby and Me (Forget Bozo)

“Red herring.”

The waitress actually wrote a letter or two on her pad before she wrinkled her nose at me. “What?”

“Just kidding. I’ll have the crawfish etouffee.”

After she left with our orders, Bobby scowled and said, “I don’t need a clown, Mack. I need a guy who can do the job.”

I let my eyes droop and faked a yawn to annoy him.

“You in or not?”

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