Boxer's View (Socks CXXXIII)

Grunter took out his phone and pushed buttons, "I'll be a little late getting back from lunch. If anyone from Essex calls, tell them I'll call right back, and get a hold of me on my cell."
Before Grunter left the room he gave the clothes one last kick. Rar flew, landing on the boxers, next to the wall.
"Man, that guy's a jerk."
"Right you are, and he has a bunion on the left foot."
"He blows gas every time he gets in the car."
"Every time?"
"Often enough. Then he will sniff, and say 'That's a ripe one."

Liquid Lunch (Socks CXXXII)

Grunter opened the wallet and counted, "Twenty, thirty, five, and one, two," then jiggled the coins in his pocket.
"Lar, do you think Nick is in there?"
"I hope not brother, I hope not."
Grunter left and a few minutes later came back carrying a glass containing ice in a golden liquid. He would sip, then shake the glass, making the cubes tinkle against the edge of the glass, then sip again.
He took a tee-shirt from the basket, tossing it, then turned the whole basket upside down, kicking the clothes, "Next time take care of the laundry on time."

Wallet Search (Socks CXXXI)

Grunter continued to talk into the phone, "Don't ever put me on the spot like that again."
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"I don't care what I implied, don't..."
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"Just don't, or you'll find out."
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"Hello. Hello. B!#@#."
Grunter punched buttons, waited, "Who do you think you are, hanging up on me? We'll talk about this later. And next time I call, you answer. Got it?"
Grunter paused, "I'll be home late tonight," then smashed the red button.
Walking around the room, Grunter looked atop the dresser, then searched the shelf above the headboard, finally the nightstand.
"There it is," he picked up his wallet.

Boxer Ball (Socks CXXX)

Grunter stared at the basket, "What's this?"
Picking up Boxer so that he unfurled, Grunter muttered, "Couldn't you take care of the laundry before you left?"
"Hey I was all folded."
Grunter didn't hear.
"Fold me back up."
Squishing Boxer into a ball, Grunter tossed him into the basket, and pulled out his cell phone.
"I came home for lunch, where are you?"
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"Why didn't you finish the laundry first?"
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"Oh, Mom wanted to leave."
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"Are you really with your mother?"
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"Wait. No, don't put her on."
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"Hello."
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"Are you enjoying your lunch?"
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"Sure put her back on."
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"Real funny."

Enter Boxer (Socks CXXIX)

"Lar, did you understand all of that?"
"I think so."
"Please explain it to me."
A pair of boxers spoke up, "Yea, explain why she's mad at me too."
"She's not mad at you."
As best he could, Lar explained why Pretty was angry with Grunter, why she called the Fatman, the whole mess.
The brothers agreed on several things. They both liked Pretty, Mom, and Dad, but not Grunter, or Ms Stubbly.
"Who's Ms Stubbly?" Boxer had never seen her, so that was clarified.
From the other room, "Hello?" Grunter walked in the bedroom, "Where the hell is she?"

Resolve (Socks CXXVIII)

As the TV softly departed it's accounts of events and weather Mom said, "Let's go have some lunch, and I'll get the money out of the bank."
"I'm nervous."
"We don't have to get the money."
"No, I have to find out."
Pretty carried the basket into the bedroom, and set it on the bed. She put some items into the closet. Then she picked up a pair of underwear and looked at them, "Once I catch you, you cheating a$$#@!E, you'll be washing your own boxers."
She tossed the boxers back in the basket, and left, "Mom. I'm ready."

The Agreement (Socks CXXVII)

"Mom, can I borrow some money?"
"How much?"
"Five hundred."
"You have that much, easily."
"Yes, but the Fatman wants cash, and if I take it out of the bank...."
"I understand."
"That much gets us started. He said the average cost is about fifteen hundred."
"We can help you."
"He will give me a tracker to put in the car. My name is on the title, so it's legal."
Mom said nothing.
"I can have pictures, or catch them in the act."
Mom let pretty ramble on.
"I don't even know the fatman's name, he calls himself Mick Jagger."