“Nobody can get in if it’s locked. I got some cooking to do. I’ll wash up this plate.”
I took her in my arms and mashed my mouth up against hers.... “Bite me! Bite me!”
I bit her. I sunk my teeth into her lips so deep I could feel the blood spurt into my mouth. It was running down her neck when I carried her upstairs.
Chapter 3
For two days after that I was dead, but the Greek was sore at me, so I got by all right. He was sore at me because I hadn’t fixed the swing door that led from the lunchroom into the kitchen. She told him it swung back and hit her in the mouth. She had to tell him something. Her mouth was all swelled up where I had bit it. So he said it was my fault, that I hadn’t fixed it. I stretched the spring, so it was weaker, and that fixed it.
But the real reason he was sore at me was over the sign. He had fallen for it so hard he was afraid I would say it was my idea, stead of his. It was such a hell of a sign they couldn’t get it done for him that afternoon. It took them three days, and when it was ready I went in and got it and hung it up. It had on it all that he had drew on the paper, and a couple of other things besides. It had a Greek flag and an American flag, and hands shaking hands, and Satisfaction Guaranteed. It was all in red, white, and blue Neon letters, and I waited until dark to turn on the juice. When I snapped the switch, it lit up like a Christmas tree.
“Well, I’ve seen many a sign in my time, but never one like that. I got to hand it to you, Nick.”
“By golly. By golly.”
We shook hands. We were friends again.
Next day I was alone with her for a minute, and swung my fist up against her leg so hard it nearly knocked her over.