<strong>Yoatz ~ with Maddy</strong><strong><br/>Yoatz was gonna answer Maddy when the doc arrived. It surprised him to see food. His favorite; lunch, chips, sandwiches and coffee. It went all to hell quickly. The doc checking the ice which was good but there wasn’t any cream.<br/><br/>Cream no sugar in his coffee. Designer cream if there was any, that French shit. The two things the French were good at, surrendering and fancy food. <br/><br/>Only the French would think about charging $90 a plate for fried fungus that grew free on the side of trees and damp places in a back yard. Only dumb asses with a snot full of money would think they were getting a deal from the French.<br/><br/>He wanted to be that. He wanted to have a snot nosed full of money. He wanted to laugh at $90 for a tablespoon full of fungus. It wasn’t happening any time soon but it didn’t make the wanting any less. <br/><br/>So no creamer. Fuck. He waved the doc off, “Just bring creamer.”<br/><br/>He reached into his pocket for his swiss army knife. The damn swiss knew how to survive alright.<br/><br/>“I got tweezers, pliers, screw drivers, a flashlight, sewing kit, fish line and hook, a snake kit, spork, and a couple ah blades that might do a nice incision in a pinch. So just send one of them nurses back with a handful of creamer, French vanilla if you got any.”<br/><br/>The doc was a looker but he was told in no uncertain terms off limits. Yoatz nodded. Splinters were painful, not so on other people unless you stuck yourself digging them out. He turned back to Maddy.<br/><br/>“Lunch or splinters first?”  <br/><br/><br/><br/></strong>