[For all the good the gift of gab has done him there has to be something bad in recompense. Shrinking violets don't appreciate it, and this is the quickest shrinker he's ever seen. Richie freezes. He's caught in an uncharacteristic bind: he can't think of anything to say.
There's a boar in man's clothing that has plenty of ideas, however. He's barking at the poor kid. She's gone stiff and dumbstruck and he wonders if it's not just common shyness. Maybe she's touched in the head, or phobic beyond the scope of what he's used to. Eddie was a touch hypochondric but nothing laid him flat as this.
Richie turns his attention to the surlier man.] Oh, stuff it, will you? Keep walking.
[The man bristles. "Keep a leash on your dumb kid, asshole."]
I said keep walking, or is that too much work for the three brain cells the liquor left you?
[Wrong move. Richie was full of them today. The man snarls and gives the bitty lady a brutal shove to clear the path to Richie and his suicidal mouth.]
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He's caught in an uncharacteristic bind: he can't think of anything to say.
There's a boar in man's clothing that has plenty of ideas, however. He's barking at the poor kid. She's gone stiff and dumbstruck and he wonders if it's not just common shyness. Maybe she's touched in the head, or phobic beyond the scope of what he's used to. Eddie was a touch hypochondric but nothing laid him flat as this.
Richie turns his attention to the surlier man.] Oh, stuff it, will you? Keep walking.
[The man bristles. "Keep a leash on your dumb kid, asshole."]
I said keep walking, or is that too much work for the three brain cells the liquor left you?
[Wrong move. Richie was full of them today. The man snarls and gives the bitty lady a brutal shove to clear the path to Richie and his suicidal mouth.]