She walked over, close enough I could smell her perfume—jasmine and trouble. “You got three seconds,” she said.
She smiled. “Then you won’t mind if I check your lint trap.” mofos laundromat
The sign buzzed two letters dead: . Antonio said it fit—because only mofos came here at midnight. She walked over, close enough I could smell
That’s when I noticed the gun in her waistband. And the police tape still on her sleeve. “Then you won’t mind if I check your lint trap
Turns out, at Mofos Laundromat, nobody leaves cleaner than they came in.
Then she walked in. Gold hoops, leopard coat, carrying a trash bag of what looked like cashmere. She didn’t even look at the soap dispensers. Just leaned against the folding table and said, “Which one of you mofos stole my Tide Pods?”
Antonio pointed at me. Because Antonio is a mofo.