Miss Spoke

"Erstwhile?" the veiny man, named Rock grumbles, his fists clenching tight, his jaw bunching angry.

The man known as the Rat swallows hard, his skin suddenly cold with icy sweat. "I meant once, you know, like before we got locked up."

"So why didn't you just say that?"

Rat wonders that also. Its not like he knows many big word. He only just heard erstwhile yesterday on the news, but it felt appropriate to the conversation somehow.

"I dont know," he stammers.

Rock stands, "you're always doing that shit."

Rat flinches, "I know, I'm sorry. "

"Not yet you ain't."