WALKER: That little dude from Monopoly. He looks like a Winslow. Winslow Archibald Cummings, III.
ME: That’s weirdly specific.
WALKER: You asked.
TUCKER: Why’re you asking?
ME: I hired a new nanny via this agency. Perfect qualifications. The name on the file was Winslow Ashcroft.
TUCKER: Oh shit. This is gonna be good.
ME: Y’all know this time I preferred a male nanny.
WALKER: Technically I believe they’re called mannies .
JACE: We get it, man. None of us wanna see our kids heartbroken if another woman leaves.
TUCKER: I’m still waiting on the fucking punchline.
ME: Yes! Winslow is a woman. She goes by Winnie.
TUCKER: Fucking hilarious.
ME: Laugh it up, chuckles.
JACE: What did you do?
ME: Fired her sassy ass.
ME: Of course it didn’t do any good.
JACE: She refused to be fired?
ME: Kind of. But also Clem had already met her.
TUCKER: And the damage was done.
ME: It gets worse.
TUCKER: You are making my day, Callahan.
ME: Fuck you.
ME: Clem moved “Winslow” to the guest bedroom suite...
ME: Which happens to be right above my room.
JACE: So?
ME: I should have installed more insulation during the remodel. I can hear everything anyone does up there.
WALKER: She hot?
ME: None of your fucking business.
TUCKER: You’re toast.
By the time I pull back into my garage, I know what I need to do. I’ve been gone for a few hours, but since it’s one of Mrs. Billingsly’s days at the ranch, I know Clem is safe. Sometimes she invites my daughter to help her in the kitchen.