cannot even move," counseled Thurgood, "and thus
it is like he is sleeping, only quite fucking different. Sort of like
a catatonic, only it's not permanent." Then added, "You hope." He
started the car and backed out, then entered traffic.
"I see. So what's in the bag? Let me guess - Mary
"Actually, you're not too far off," said
Schlitz. "It's Mary Magdalene."
"The Doctor has all kinds of code words for this
or that pharmaceutical," he explained. "For all I know it's some shitty
jimson weed or something."
They were cool now. The time on the Justy digital
clock read 02:56, but that's because it was fucked up. The time was
really about half past seven.
"Well, let's try some," suggested Fair.
Schlitz made a shitty grin and said, "Try some,
eh? I like your thinking." He looked away and continued, "No, we can't
touch this stuff, because The Doctor knows exactly how much he should
be getting and he will notice if any of it is gone. Believe me, he
knows exactly how much."
Fair, showing off his worldly experience with illegal
drugs, said, "Well, wouldn't he let us have some anyway, since we're
the ones picking it up?"
Schlitz was merging onto the interstate. "No, no,
no. No. He's not compensating us for our services with drugs, he's
paying us with cash. And beyond that, this is his fucking property.
He's the one that forked out twelve thousand or however the fuck much
for it." T.S. continued, "If he wants to share some with us when we
get back, then sure, by all means, I'll give it a go. But until then,
it's -- it's just not ethical."