Chapter 39
“Good lord, you got quite a gash from that house show, didn’t you?” Montana asked a week later, inspecting the gash on Paul‘s chin.
“Yeah, just my luck, so close to the fucking wedding. Oh well, it could have been worse; Lance has a broken nose.”
“Oh my God! Is he going to be all right?”
“He’ll live. Of course, everyone’s blaming my ass for it. It was one of those damn things; neither one of us was at fault for the other. But he did compliment my hard head after the match.”
“I’ll agree with the hard head part,” Montana replied.
“Oquela. Shaddap. I just hope the scar isn’t too bad on this thing.”
“If you didn’t pick at it, you won’t have to worry about one.”
“It’s one of my ADD issues,” he protested.
“Still, it won’t heal up or go away any faster. Besides, men can grow beards and cover things like that.”
“You wouldn’t mind if I grew one?” Paul asked, amazed. Montana had never brought up facial hair before.
“Mmmhmmm. I think a little facial hair would make you look darker and sexier. Kind of a lot less pretty boy.”
“Gee, if I knew you would dig the fur, I’d started on that a long time ago.”
“Well, now wouldn’t be a good time, obviously.” She got some peroxide. “Let’s have another look at this thing.”
Montana gently dabbed peroxide on the gash, causing Paul to howl.
“OQUELA! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TRYING TO DO, KILL ME? Fucking hell, peroxide will be the death of me; that shit bubbles in the infected areas.”
“That’s the general idea, Paul. It kills the germs.”
“Shit, kill the germs, not the owner of them! MAYBE I LIKE THEM THERE!”
“Well, no skin off my teeth if half your face falls off from some raging infection. Good lord, it’s like having a 194 pound child with you. Sometimes you’re worse than the girls.”
“Wow, we’re not even married yet and already you’re torturing me.”
“By the way, Mac’s teacher called this morning.”
“Oh hell,” Paul groaned. “Now what? Do I have to put on the Londonator charm again to keep her from being kicked out?”
“On the contrary,” Montana replied, putting a fresh bandage on the cut. “Remember when you told Mac to write that essay for her class as part of her punishment for fighting?”
“Yeah, so?”
“Well, her teacher was very impressed with it. She not only gave Mac an A on it, she also wants to enter it in the essay contest they are having for the whole school.”
He perked up a little. “No shit?”
Montana nodded. “Evidently from what Sister Roseanna told me, they’re doing this big campaign against school violence. One of them is an essay contest, and she thought Mac’s paper would be perfect for it. It was the only one Sister Roseanna picked out of the whole class.”
“Wow, who would have thought something that started out as punishment would end up giving my kid such a good outcome? Must get it from her future stepmother.” He gave Montana a gentle pat on the ass.
“Oh I don’t know; I think her papi talking some sense into her might have played a part too. Don’t underestimate yourself, mister.”
“Whatever the case, it’s good to know that this is both getting through to Mac and giving her sort of a little reward in the process. You know, for getting that A, I might take her and Kira to the house show next weekend.”
“They would like that. With school going on, they don’t see you much these days.”
“Yeah, and it sucks ass. Then the following week is the PPV, and of course, the wedding after that. We’ll all be busy for awhile. So some family time would be good right now.”
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