I got there just after 8 pm so the front door already had the closed sign on it. I knocked on the glass and saw Aristotle turn and look at me. He was standing on a wooden crate arranging some flowers. He climbed down and walked over to the door.
"We're closed, Randolph," he said through the glass with a voice that sounded like sandpaper.
"I gotta see Eddie, Ari," I yelled back through the glass.
"Eddie don't like you, Randolph."
"I don't like him either but I still need to see him," I said loudly.
He unlocked the door...
Neville Hunt 11 months ago
But Jake loves you, Ari!
Christopher 11 months ago
Yeah, I've mentioned in other stories Jake's fondness for Aristotle. Not so much for Eddie, though.