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“Mon Dieu, this is really serious!”
“Must you? Constantly? Geeze,” he muttered, moving the phone from his ear when his laughter returned with a vengeance. “Therapeutic?” he called around the racket.
“Oh ouiiiii,” he bellowed, again catching his breath.
“What about you, what has you in such desperate straits you’d torture the elite of The Twelve?”
“Shall I list it?” Bishop asked.
“If it helps.”
“Nitro, poor Felix, Seer and his father, the fucking cunt ex mole whore, a hurricane right on track still, my daughter dating my new son, and my son dating my new daughter. Oh and Hurricane walking in on my Mah-Mah and Pah-Pah fucking like rabbits in the bath house.”
8-Bit busted out laughing at that. “You’re kidding.”
“You should have heard him. How it used to be a respectable place now people were fucking all over the lawns.”
8-Bit howled with Bishop now, imagining it. “He’s so fucking ready for a woman, isn’t he?”
“Dieu, oui!” Bishop said with great emphasis.
A dense ache filled him suddenly and it dawned on him how much he missed gathering with his brothers. “Hey, I wanted to ask where that Swamp Stop is that has women’s clothes. Can’t remember the name of it.”
“Jolie Denelle?”
“Yes. Where the hell is that again?”
“That’s on the outskirts of Bacon’s hatch I believe. I think you go five minutes north from the mainland and hang a left at the Devil’s Wrist.”
“I remember now. Haven’t been out that way in a while.”
“So, you dressing your lil menou?”
He gave up with him. “I am.”
“Exciting times, oui?” he fished.
“You see what she wears?”
“When it comes to seeing women, mon frier, there will only ever be one I see.”
Ethan had to grin, liking that. “Let’s just say if I was looking fas-fas I might miss she’s a woman.”
“And when you don’t look fas-fas?” he wondered, laughter in his words.
“Then I see I want to dress her differently,” he said.
“And this does not terrify you?” he asked.
8-Bit paused, realizing it was a joke and yet somehow not. “A little,” he dared.
“Ahhh,” he said softly. “I can testify that there is no place more dreadful than the arms of a reckless chance. And no place more glorious.”
8-Bit nodded, eyeing the serene swamp around him while his inner eyes stared into the looming storm. “It’s because of you that I’m at this ledge. And I don’t mean because you voted it into code, I mean because of what I see in you. The changes. I may have gotten a little…inspired by this reckless chance you took.” The silence on the line stretched and 8-Bit realized. “It took a lot of courage and I thought…if my Eveque can do it then so can I.”
“Oui,” he said with that odd soft strength. “It’s a chance we must all be man enough to take. And one worth taking.”
“Top rated horror stuff.”
