another beating with the belt.
“I’ll tell you where you didn’t hear it,” said Mr. Masterson. “You fucking didn’t hear it on Channel 4 News, Cheyenne’s number one leading news station. Wait...Let me rephrase that. Cheyenne’s number two, second place, not in fucking first, news station. You know why?”
Bobby and Pete shook their heads.
“It’s because that shit-bird Franklin Donaldson over at Channel 5, along with his bitch Bob Varner. That’s why. They got the story out first while you two numbnuts where lying at home in bed groping you own cocks because your wife won’t rub up on you. That’s why.” Mr. Masterson always threw in the big words to make his people feel small. A great leader of troops he is.
“I think we can top their story,” said Pete, nervous as hell. He pointed to Bobby. Bobby looked at Pete, wanting him to shut up. “Bobby has a great idea for a story about the situation.”
“Really,” said Mr. Masterson. “Let me hear it.”
“Well—”
Mr. Masterson cut Bobby off before he could finish. To him, it didn’t matter if Bobby had the cure for AIDS or a way to prevent cancer. The only good story ideas are the ones that are conceived in Mr. Masterson’s mind. “You know what. I’ve got the perfect idea. Both of you will do this one together. You’re going to Kentucky and you’re going to get the story up close. We’ll show those Channel 5 scumbags how it’s supposed to be done.”
Bobby and Pete looked at each other for a moment and then back to Mr. Masterson. They knew it would be no good to argue with him about going to Kentucky. They didn’t even have to bother asking when they would be going. It would have been yesterday if Mr. Masterson could have his way. It would be first thing tomorrow morning. Just long enough for Pete and Bobby to go home and kiss their family goodbye, and then off to the south. The center of the unfolding tragedy of the unknown that is occurring as they speak.
Pete surely did not want to go to Kentucky. His wife Cheryl never wants him to be more than a ten-minute drive from home. When he started working for Channel 4, his wife threatened to leave if they didn’t move closer. She has a hard time being away from her husband for any long period of time. Pete was twenty-two when he married Cheryl, who was just eighteen at the time. She kind of leached on to him, and he took the roll of playing daddy to her. They never had any children because she was always afraid the children would steal her husband’s attention away. Bobby never talks about Pete’s wife, but commends him on being able to put up with such a crazy, needy woman. So for Pete, Kentucky would probably mean a possible suicide threat from his wife on his hands. He would be better off just going and then phoning her later on to tell her he made it okay. It would not be the greatest way to handle it, but Pete would feel better doing it that way, rather than dying in a murder suicide and having his story shown on the Channel 4 news. Mr. Masterson would surely take hold of that story idea and would probably be proud to know he caused it.
“You two are leaving first thing tomorrow,” said Mr. Masterson. He had a slight devilish looking smile to his face. “I booked your flights and hotel this morning. I got you a rental car. It’s a compact, but you two should be used to riding around in a girly car.” They were used to it, but wouldn’t admit it if asked.
Bobby looked at Pete and then looked at Mr. Masterson. Bobby knew his plans of going to Denver for the weekend were gone now. He knew that Eddie would be looking forward to a trip like that. Poor Eddie.
The cafeteria in the Jefferson Elementary School looked like it had been modeled after the Wyoming State Penitentiary, with the steel tables and chairs and the bars over the windows. They must have hired the same contractor when the job was in development. The only thing missing would be the prison guards
“I’ll tell you where you didn’t hear it,” said Mr. Masterson. “You fucking didn’t hear it on Channel 4 News, Cheyenne’s number one leading news station. Wait...Let me rephrase that. Cheyenne’s number two, second place, not in fucking first, news station. You know why?”
Bobby and Pete shook their heads.
“It’s because that shit-bird Franklin Donaldson over at Channel 5, along with his bitch Bob Varner. That’s why. They got the story out first while you two numbnuts where lying at home in bed groping you own cocks because your wife won’t rub up on you. That’s why.” Mr. Masterson always threw in the big words to make his people feel small. A great leader of troops he is.
“I think we can top their story,” said Pete, nervous as hell. He pointed to Bobby. Bobby looked at Pete, wanting him to shut up. “Bobby has a great idea for a story about the situation.”
“Really,” said Mr. Masterson. “Let me hear it.”
“Well—”
Mr. Masterson cut Bobby off before he could finish. To him, it didn’t matter if Bobby had the cure for AIDS or a way to prevent cancer. The only good story ideas are the ones that are conceived in Mr. Masterson’s mind. “You know what. I’ve got the perfect idea. Both of you will do this one together. You’re going to Kentucky and you’re going to get the story up close. We’ll show those Channel 5 scumbags how it’s supposed to be done.”
Bobby and Pete looked at each other for a moment and then back to Mr. Masterson. They knew it would be no good to argue with him about going to Kentucky. They didn’t even have to bother asking when they would be going. It would have been yesterday if Mr. Masterson could have his way. It would be first thing tomorrow morning. Just long enough for Pete and Bobby to go home and kiss their family goodbye, and then off to the south. The center of the unfolding tragedy of the unknown that is occurring as they speak.
Pete surely did not want to go to Kentucky. His wife Cheryl never wants him to be more than a ten-minute drive from home. When he started working for Channel 4, his wife threatened to leave if they didn’t move closer. She has a hard time being away from her husband for any long period of time. Pete was twenty-two when he married Cheryl, who was just eighteen at the time. She kind of leached on to him, and he took the roll of playing daddy to her. They never had any children because she was always afraid the children would steal her husband’s attention away. Bobby never talks about Pete’s wife, but commends him on being able to put up with such a crazy, needy woman. So for Pete, Kentucky would probably mean a possible suicide threat from his wife on his hands. He would be better off just going and then phoning her later on to tell her he made it okay. It would not be the greatest way to handle it, but Pete would feel better doing it that way, rather than dying in a murder suicide and having his story shown on the Channel 4 news. Mr. Masterson would surely take hold of that story idea and would probably be proud to know he caused it.
“You two are leaving first thing tomorrow,” said Mr. Masterson. He had a slight devilish looking smile to his face. “I booked your flights and hotel this morning. I got you a rental car. It’s a compact, but you two should be used to riding around in a girly car.” They were used to it, but wouldn’t admit it if asked.
Bobby looked at Pete and then looked at Mr. Masterson. Bobby knew his plans of going to Denver for the weekend were gone now. He knew that Eddie would be looking forward to a trip like that. Poor Eddie.
The cafeteria in the Jefferson Elementary School looked like it had been modeled after the Wyoming State Penitentiary, with the steel tables and chairs and the bars over the windows. They must have hired the same contractor when the job was in development. The only thing missing would be the prison guards
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