"Ron Goulart - Conversations with My Knees" - читать интересную книгу автора (Goulart Ron)

“It’ll take another minute to locate Mavis and filter out the surrounding
noise.”

“...hip hop shabam always reminds me of you,” sang someone
through his nose.

“...but how did they know we were sleeping together, Edmond?”

“They’re spies, flowerbabe,” said Edmond. “They know how to find
out stuff.”

“This gink calls your wife flowerbabe?”

“So it seems.”

“A rather catchy sobriquet.”

“Hush, sis, so we can monitor this gabfest.”

“You were the one who first intruded.”
 “Button your yap.”

“...can’t believe anyone would think Frank is important,” Mavis was
saying to her banjo player.

“They’ll pay us $20,000 to lure your useless husband to their lab.”

“That would certainly help finance the comeback of the Scattergood
Singers, but—”

“Edmond, Fred and Mavis,” Edmond corrected.

“Still,” continued my wife, “I don’t understand how they can remove
Frank’s knees without hurting him. Admittedly he’s not much of a hubby, but
it will bother me if he’s going to bleed all over the place.”

“Look, Mavis, they’ve got this Dr. Dowling stored away in their
clandestine laboratory,” he pointed out. “The guy ought to be able to
perform a simple goddamn knee operation.”

“But then Frank won’t have any knees.”

“Don’t be obtuse, hon. They’ll obviously force him to replace the
knees with new ones.” His voice was sounding a bit impatient. “These spies
sounded pretty humane to me.”

“You haven’t mentioned what country they represent.”

“The United Kingdom, I think.”