"'Monin' Mr. Kitley! Howdya sleep lass night suhh? "Fine Walter fine! Now where is my paper!" Mr. Kitley growled.
"Right here suhh, right here fo' ya.", Walter said in a slow soothing voice as he snapped the Daily Examiner open with one hand and presented it to Mr. Kitley.
"Urrrmmmmmm" he replied, taking the paper as Walter adjusted the blanket over his withered and useless legs.
"Stop that, Walter! I'm fine."
"Now, now...don't be salty, Mr. Kitley! We's goin' the zoo today, and we knows how much you like the zoo.", said Walter continuing to tuck the blanket between Kitley and the side of his wicker wheelchair.
"Zoo! I think not, Walter! I'm an 85 year old man, I'm not going to any zoo."
"What now?" Walter plastered an over exaggerated look of shock onto his smooth brown face which slowly melted into it's usual pleasant grin. "Remember what happened last week Mr. Kitley? We went to that zoo, and we went up to that panda bear, and you remember what happend?"
"No I don't, Walter." Kitley said mindlessly paging through the paper.
"He looked right atcha! Didn't he?"
"He was looking at everyone, Walter, what else is he going to do, he's in a goddamn zoo for christsake!"
"But he didn't smile at everybody, did he? No suhh, just you!"
"What the hell are you talking about, Walter? I'm staying right here today!"
Walter's face froze, stuck in a grin so well rehearsed that it took no effort at all to maintain. But his eyes frosted over with a cool, calculating rage.
"You goin' to that fuckin' zoo Mr. Kitley if I have to roll your crippled ass there myself."
"What did you say to me!" Kitley's trembling face flushed pink, then red, then purple."
"I said you gonna see that panda bear, Mr. Kitley, whether you like it or not."
"Bu..but why?"
"Because last week when that panda bear looked at you and smiled..." Walter began to drift off, looking out the window and stepping away from Mr. Kitley's chair. "I could hear what he was thinkin', and the numbers six-three-eight-five-two popped right into my head, yeeees ssssuuuuuhhh clear as day, clear as a bell. And I played them numbers and won $1200 dollars cash money, just like that." Walter turned from the window to Mr. Kitley and knelt down to eye level, "And this time, I'm gonna win a million dollars, a million of them motherfuckin' dollars, and bitch, you gonna be servin' me that Cream of Kentucky Whiskey, ummmm hummmm." Walter bolted up and started making the bed.
"Well, suppose I won't go, Walter, what then"
"Then I cut you motherfuckin' head off, put it in a sack, bring it down to that panda bear, get them numbers and toss that shriveled-ass pink face of yours in the lions den. Whatchoo think ahh dat!"
Kitley grabbed the large bell from the breakfast table and began ringing it wildly.
"I'm telling Katlyn EVERYTHING!!" He yelled, frothing at the mouth.
"Go ahead." said Walter still doing up the bed.
Tune in next week for the shocking conclusion!
