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“Alright, is that all you need from me?” He asked after we were done.
I shook my head. “Yes, you’re free to go back to your porn.”
“It is not porn. It is wrestling,” he huffed, before turning and stomping indignantly towards the door.
Once Ralph left to continue his duties, I fluffed up Penelope’s hair, and then closed the door on the casket.
“He was pretty...short,” Loki surmised.
“Yep.” I agreed.
Ralph was a 5 foot 4 inch, 76-year-old Chinese man who’d smoked a pack a day since he was sixteen. He didn’t act like any old man I’d ever seen before, but he was awesomely intelligent, and I loved him.
He entertained me many a days, unless it was Monday, which happened to be tonight, and the WWE was on. Although, he made it a point to tell me that it’s not the same since Stone Cold Steve Austin left the show, and I readily agreed.
“So he’s into wrestling?” Loki asked as he shrugged into his leather jacket.
Nodding, I went to the sink and washed my hands thoroughly before donning my own jacket and snatching up my purse.
Just as I was looping my arm through the strap, the lights suddenly went out, and we were plunged into darkness.
My breathing got heavy, and my mind started to race.
“You know,” I said with a shaky voice. “I’m not a real big fan of the dark in the first place, but the fact that we’re in a morgue is really creeping me the fuck out.”
When I didn’t get a response, my heart stated pounding in low, hard throbs.
“Loki?” I swallowed.
“Yeah?” He asked from in front of me.
I reacted before my brain could come fully online, swinging my fist around in an arc, and connecting with what I guessed was Loki’s chest.
My hand hit something sharp before it made contact with the meat of his chest, and I knew instantly that A, my hand was broken. Two, I was pretty sure that my knuckles were sporting a cut because I could feel the trickle of hot liquid running down my hand and dripping off my fingers. And eleven, I was going to kick Loki’s ass.
As soon as I could stop seeing double from the pain in my hand.
“Owww,” he whined. “What was that for?”
“I think it’s broken,” I wheezed.
“How do you know?” He asked as a light lit up the small area surrounding us.
He had a Mag Lite in his hand the size of a baseball bat.
“Where the fuck were you hiding that?” I asked in surprise.
“I keep it in a holder on the inside of my coat. Never know when a 6-cell Mag Lite will come in handy,” he muttered as he shined the light down at my hand that was indeed bleeding.
“Huh,” he said in amazement. “You’re bleeding.”
“Thank you, Captain Obvious,” I snapped.
Chapter 11
How do you know a girl’s true feelings? Get her drunk.
-Life Lesson
