I was just beginning to feel a little better about my situation when Hugo decided to do his version of a party pooper.
"Greg, youre moving into the guest house? Are you guys out of your mind??" he ranted and plunked himself down at the table.
"Its no big deal Hugo, its an empty guest house that Eric never uses. I need a place, and the newlyweds get some easy income!"
"Eric doesnt give a shit about easy income," Hugo said. "Youre invading his territory!"
"Look, its not my idea. But I need a place to crash and Andy said it was cool. Its perfect!"
"Hell kill you." Hugo said, giving up.
"Youre right," I admitted conspiratorially. "Hes luring me into a trap, just like the black widow spider. Soon, youll find me dead from a scalpel wound inflicted by the good doctor. Then hell plead innocent because he feared for his livelihood, and hell go on trial wearing a groovy pastel sweater and have that bitch with the bad hair fawning all over him -- just like those Menendez boys."
"Very funny." And with that, Hugo retired to take care of his other multitude of customers.
Where was everybody, any way? Usually MDs fairly bustling in mid-morning. There werent a lot of customers coming in and out, which is too bad because Hugs put a lot of himself into the renovation.
The only guy I noticed was sitting by the window.
"He always sits by the window", Hugo told me.
"Cute," I observed.
"Do me a favor, Greg?"
"Sure," I said.
"I saw him first. And Id like keep it that way until something else comes up."
"Hugo , are you back in the dating saddle??" Genuinely surprised.
Hugo gave me his We-are-not-amused look. "Just dont tempt him, understood. Hes young, and innocent." And with that Hugo bussed a few tables and then went back to the table where "Mr. Bookworm" was reading a thing called ULYSSES.
"Yeah, my kind of guy." I left.
