“Is it my own paranoia, or are you still watching for a tail?”
Mac shrugged. “I drove out to Brookhearst yesterday to scope the place out – a couple of times I wondered if I was being followed, but I couldn’t be sure.”
“It probably was the fashion police this time.”
“I didn’t buy the shirt till afterwards,” Mac declared in an aggrieved tone. “There was a street fair going on in Corte Madera.” He glowered at Jason. “I do not believe I’m getting this from a guy who wears orange and yellow tie-dye.”
“C’mon, Mac. Tie-dye is one thing. But tropical flowers? Pink and purple and orange ones? Just tell me that thing has a volume control on it, or I’ll have the neighbors complaining at night.”
“Tell ‘em to get sunglasses.”
“They’re going to need blindfolds.”
* * *
And . . .
* * *
MacGyver pulled off the wrapping expecting the worst, and broke out into a broad grin when he held up the contents: a short-sleeved, open-collared cotton shirt in bright sky blue, a color guaranteed to make any DXS ops coordinator froth at the mouth. It was spattered with red and yellow cartoon figures of rocket ships and explosions, and large white and yellow letters reading “BANG” and “BOOM”. The shirt wasn’t merely ‘conspicuous’ or even ‘attention-grabbing’: it was strident.
Mac loved it on sight.
Segue to . . .
Jason studied Mac thoughtfully. “You know, I had my doubts when Gina brought that shirt home, but it’s okay. But what happened to your hair? It looks lighter than it used to be.”
Mac pulled one of the longer strands around so he could peer at it. “Beats me. You remember when Baba had me use that dye, when she took me to Baranyev’s house that first time? Afterwards, she gave me some other stuff to get rid of the dye, but I swear it made everything way lighter than before.”
Jason shrugged. “Well, you know what they say – if you stay in California long enough, sooner or later you’ll turn into a blond. Now you just need to get a red sports car.”
ETA: And I did have him take his shirt off several times. I also made him get into a hot tub. Wasn't I mean?
Well, he was very uncomfortable about the hot tub. Poor Mac.
Although he never got the red sportscar (well, not from me anyway), I gave him a nice rare vintage Mustang to drive in the first two chapters of Aftershocks. That was kinder, anyway.
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“Is it my own paranoia, or are you still watching for a tail?”
Mac shrugged. “I drove out to Brookhearst yesterday to scope the place out – a couple of times I wondered if I was being followed, but I couldn’t be sure.”
“It probably was the fashion police this time.”
“I didn’t buy the shirt till afterwards,” Mac declared in an aggrieved tone. “There was a street fair going on in Corte Madera.” He glowered at Jason. “I do not believe I’m getting this from a guy who wears orange and yellow tie-dye.”
“C’mon, Mac. Tie-dye is one thing. But tropical flowers? Pink and purple and orange ones? Just tell me that thing has a volume control on it, or I’ll have the neighbors complaining at night.”
“Tell ‘em to get sunglasses.”
“They’re going to need blindfolds.”
* * *
And . . .
* * *
MacGyver pulled off the wrapping expecting the worst, and broke out into a broad grin when he held up the contents: a short-sleeved, open-collared cotton shirt in bright sky blue, a color guaranteed to make any DXS ops coordinator froth at the mouth. It was spattered with red and yellow cartoon figures of rocket ships and explosions, and large white and yellow letters reading “BANG” and “BOOM”. The shirt wasn’t merely ‘conspicuous’ or even ‘attention-grabbing’: it was strident.
Mac loved it on sight.
Segue to . . .
Jason studied Mac thoughtfully. “You know, I had my doubts when Gina brought that shirt home, but it’s okay. But what happened to your hair? It looks lighter than it used to be.”
Mac pulled one of the longer strands around so he could peer at it. “Beats me. You remember when Baba had me use that dye, when she took me to Baranyev’s house that first time? Afterwards, she gave me some other stuff to get rid of the dye, but I swear it made everything way lighter than before.”
Jason shrugged. “Well, you know what they say – if you stay in California long enough, sooner or later you’ll turn into a blond. Now you just need to get a red sports car.”
ETA: And I did have him take his shirt off several times. I also made him get into a hot tub. Wasn't I mean?
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You pronounce kind (to us) rather oddly.
I dunno about the red sports car. The Nomad is a lot more attention getting, and goes better with the shirts...
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Although he never got the red sportscar (well, not from me anyway), I gave him a nice rare vintage Mustang to drive in the first two chapters of Aftershocks. That was kinder, anyway.
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I'd worry about that remark showing my age if he weren't 8 years older than me...