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Apr. 22nd, 2007 03:10 am“No, Ma! I’m not sayin’ that. I’m saying- no, why can’t Frannie do it? In a coupla days, yeah. She can’t need that long to- it’s the Police Academy, Ma, not a fashion show. She can spare a few minutes, I’m sur- I’m working! Look, I am the real detective here, okay? I havta detect…things. Frannie’s not- yeah, I know, I know. Two cops is somethin’ to be proud of, gotcha. But listen, an hour away from the mirror is not gonna ruin her career. Ma! No! I got work to do. I have cases that just came in. What is it? It’s uh, a uh, this runaway uh, politician man an- I-”
The sigh rattles his chest.
“Fine. I said fine! Okay.”
He grabs a chewed up pencil from the pot on his desk and puts lead to paper.
“Gimme the list.”
“Pork chop, Vecchio?”
“Shut up. No, not you, Ma, you keep going. Yeah, yes I’ve written down the veal.” He covers the speaker with his fingers and glares at Huey. “Shouldn’t you be dabambam-shhh-shing off with your partner somewhere?”
The sigh rattles his chest.
“Fine. I said fine! Okay.”
He grabs a chewed up pencil from the pot on his desk and puts lead to paper.
“Gimme the list.”
“Pork chop, Vecchio?”
“Shut up. No, not you, Ma, you keep going. Yeah, yes I’ve written down the veal.” He covers the speaker with his fingers and glares at Huey. “Shouldn’t you be dabambam-shhh-shing off with your partner somewhere?”
