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“Didn’t you say you had a suit for me?”
He frowns. Checks his watch. “We won’t have time to go
through that right now.” Sighs. “Get her something to wear
temporarily, will you?” He’s talking to Kenji. Kenji who is still
staring at me.
“I want to see Adam.”
“Adam isn’t ready to see you yet.” Blondie Winston tucks
his pen into a pocket. “We’ll let you know when he’s ready.”
“How am I supposed to trust any of you if you won’t even
let me see him? If you won’t let me see James? I don’t even
have my basic things. I want to get out of this bed and I
need something to wear.”
“Go fetch, Moto.” Winston is readjusting his watch.
“I’m not your dog, Blondie,” Kenji snaps. “And I told you
not to call me Moto.”
Winston pinches the bridge of his nose. “No problem. I’ll
also tell Castle it’s your fault she’s not meeting with him
right now.”
Kenji mutters something obscene under his breath. Stalks
off. Almost slams the door.
A few seconds pass in a strained sort of silence.
I take a deep breath. “So what’s moto mean?”
Winston rolls his eyes. “Nothing. It’s just a nickname—his
last name is Kishimoto. He gets mad when we chop it in half.
Gets sensitive about it.”
“Well why do you chop it in half?”
He snorts. “Because it’s hard as hell to pronounce.”
“How is that an excuse?”
He frowns. “What?”
“You got mad that I called you Blondie and not Winston.
Why doesn’t he have the right to be mad that you’re calling
him Moto instead of Kenji?”
He mumbles something that sounds like, “It’s not the
same thing.”
I slide down a little. Rest my head on the pillow. “Don’t be
a hypocrite.”