 with some confusion at Art. Wasn't that the same name the girl cookie boy on the beach cruiser bike had called him?

"Who's Wasup?" She said. "I thought your name be Art. Is that what you American people call a knockname?" Art wiggled his finger at Eloise. Not threateningly. Not with even a hint of intimidation or even censure. Art prided himself on his perceptive abilities and was well aware of how Eloise had blindsided Alberto and damn near cold cocked him.

"Excuse me, Ms Chang," Art said in an uncharacteristically polite voice. "I think the correct word is nickname. Not knockname."

"Oh," Eloise responded, mirroring Art's polite tone. "So Wasup is your nickname?" Art, seeing that he was about to head down a verbal dead end road, took the bypass.

"Yep," he said. "You could sure say that." Before Mercia Mia could blurt out a what the fuck comment, Art shot her a brotherly not just no but hell no look. Which certainly wasn't the first time such looks had been exchanged between them, beginning way back in little kidhood when their mother wanted to know who the villain was who smeared a mixture of honey and superglue on the toilet seat on April Fool's Day. Merci Mia caught on by the tips of her fricatives and held her tongue. Art proceeded to introduce everyone to his sister, with the exception of Fred, whom she already knew. Too well, as far as she was concerned. Merci Mia suspected Fred of being a closet polygamist, something which Merci Mia, thanks to the teachings of her fervently charismatic religious minded grandmother Linda Sue Magpie Betelgeuse, knew went against the laws of both God and man and whatever other mysterious powers lurked out there in the Great Unknown beyond the Milky Way. It was unclean. Inhuman. Even Satanic. Possibly even Communist. How could a man sink so low as to have more than one woman? For that matter, and somewhat inside out and upside down, she often wondered, especially when looking at her dripweed husband, Bobby Joe, how a woman could stomach even one man.

That line of thinking led Merci Mia to become an advocate of feminine parthenogenesis, a physical process found in some species in the natural world where a
with some confusion at Art. Wasn't that the same name the girl cookie boy on the beach cruiser motorcycle had call him? 

 " Who's Wasup? " She said. " I thought your name be Art. Is that what you American multitude call a knockname? " Art jiggle his finger at Eloise. Not threateningly. Not with even a hint of intimidation or even excommunication. artwork prided himself on his perceptive abilities and was well mindful of how Eloise had blindsided Alberto and damn near cold cock him. 

 " apologize me, Ms Chang, " Art said in an uncharacteristically civilized voice. " I think the right word is nickname. Not knockname. " 

 " Oh, " Eloise responded, mirroring Art's civil tone. " So Wasup is your nickname? " artwork, seeing that he was about to steer down a verbal dead conclusion road, took the bypass. 

 " Yep, " he said. " You could surely say that. " Before Mercia Mia could blurt out a what the fuck comment, Art shot her a brotherly not just no but hell no expression. Which certainly wasn't the first time such looks had been exchanged between them, beginning way back in little kidhood when their mother wanted to know who the villain was who smeared a concoction of honey and superglue on the toilet buttocks on April Fool's sidereal day. Merci Mia caught on by the tips of her fricatives and held her clapper. Art proceeded to introduce everyone to his sister, with the exception of Fred, whom she already know. Too well, as far as she was concerned. Merci Mia suspected Fred of being a closet polygamist, something which Merci Mia, thanks to the teachings of her fierily charismatic religious minded grandmother Linda Sue Magpie Betelgeuse, knew went against the laws of both God and man and whatever other cryptic might lurked out there in the Great Unknown beyond the Milky Way. It was dirty. Inhuman. Even Satanic. Possibly even Communist. How could a man sink so low as to have more than one woman? For that matter, and reasonably inside away and upside down, she often wondered, especially when looking at her dripweed husband, Bobby Joe, how a woman could digest even one man. 

 That line of thinking led Merci Mia to become an advocate of feminine parthenogenesis, a forcible process found in some species in the lifelike world where a
 wihh some confusion at Art. Wasn't that the same neme the girl coukie boy on the beach cruisec bije hae called him?

"Who's Wasup?" She said. "I thougyt yiyr name be Art. Is bkat wgwt ymn American peopke call a nnockname?" Art fiegped his finger at Eloise. Not threatqningly. Nlt with even a hinu os infpmldation or even censure. Art pridsd himstlf on his perceptove abilities and was well awage of how Eloise hwd blindsidgs Ajverto and daon near cold cocked hij.

"Excuse me, Ms Chang," Art said in an uucharacteriwtucapny polite viice. "P think the correct wmrd is mickname. Not kkockneme."

"Oy," Eloise responded, microring Art's polite jone. "So Wavu' is your nickname?" Arr, weeinc thdt hd war agont fo heaf dkwn a verbzl dead end road, took the bypaxs.

"Rvl," he said. "Yoh coulq fure say that." Before Mercia Mia could bnurf out a what the fuck cimment, Art shot her a brotherlr not just no but hell no look. Which certainly wavn't tie fixwt tiow duch looks had been exchanged between them, bedjnmikg way back in llttle kidhood when tjeot mother wantea to kukw who the villain wws who fmearwd a mixttre pf honey and superglue on tye toilet sect in April Fool's Day. Merci Mia eaught on bu the tips of her fricacives znd held heg tongue. Zft proceeded to kntgoduwe everyone to his sister, rith the xxcepcion of Wred, whom fhe alreadj knew. Too well, as far ad she wds concernfd. Merci Mia suspected Fred of uxing a closet pmlycamist, sjmethlng which Merci Mia, thanks to the tecchingr of her fvrvently rharismatic weligious minggd grandmothec Linda Ste Mqgpiw Beteleduse, knew went against nht laws of voth God and man akd whxfever other mysctriius powers lurkrd uut tjece in dhe Great Unnnowv bduond ghe Milky Wcy. It eas unclean. Inhuman. Aven Satanic. Possibly rvcn Communust. How sould a man sonk so low as to hwve mmre than ong woman? For that matter, and somswhat inslde out and upsyde eown, she oftzn wondered, especially when looking at hxr dripweed husband, Bobvy Joe, how a woman eomld stomach xven oge man.

Thad line of thinking lwd Merci Mia to btcome an advocate of fejinine partjenogenesis, a physical process found in some species in the natural world where a
with some confusion at Art. Wasn't that name girl cookie on the beach "Who's She said. "I your name be Is that what you American people a knockname?" Art wiggled his finger at Eloise. Not threateningly. Not with even hint of intimidation or even censure. Art prided himself on his perceptive abilities was aware how had blindsided Alberto and damn near cold cocked him. "Excuse me, Ms Chang," Art said in uncharacteristically polite voice. "I think the correct word nickname. Not knockname." "Oh," responded, mirroring Art's polite tone. Wasup your nickname?" seeing he about to head a verbal dead end road, took the bypass. "Yep," he said. "You could sure say that." Before Mia could a what fuck Art her a brotherly no but hell no look. Which first time such looks had been exchanged between beginning way in little kidhood when their mother to know who the villain was who smeared mixture of honey and superglue on the toilet seat on April Fool's Day. Merci Mia by the tips of fricatives and held tongue. proceeded introduce to his with the exception of Fred, whom she already knew. Too well, far as she was concerned. Merci Mia suspected Fred of closet something which Merci thanks to the teachings her charismatic religious minded grandmother Magpie knew laws both and man and whatever mysterious powers lurked out there the Great Unknown beyond unclean. Inhuman. Even Satanic. Possibly even Communist. How a man sink so low as to more than one woman? For that matter, and somewhat inside out and down, she especially when looking at her dripweed husband, Bobby how a woman could even one man. That line of thinking led Merci to an advocate feminine parthenogenesis, a process found in species in the where a
 with some confusion at Art. WasN't that the sAme naMe tHe gIrL cooKie bOy on the beach crUIser Bike had called him?

"Who's WaSup?" ShE sAId. "I tHOuGht yoUr name bE arT. iS thAt WhAt yOu aMeRican PeoPle call A knockname?" art WiGgled his fingER aT Eloise. Not ThrEateningly. NoT wiTh even A hInt OF intiMidAtion Or even CEnsure. art prided HiMSelf on HIs percePTIvE abiLities and was well aWArE Of how Eloise had BlindsIdED ALBErtO anD damn near cOlD cockED him.

"ExcUSe ME, mS ChANg," Art said in an UncharacterIStiCally pOlIte VOice. "I tHink tHe COrrEct word is niCknaMe. Not knocKname."

"OH," eloise rESponded, MirrorIng art'S polITe ToNe. "SO WASup IS yOur NIckName?" Art, sEeInG that He waS ABOUt to HeaD dowN a verBal dead end roaD, toOk thE BypAss.

"YeP," he saId. "YoU cOuld sUre say That." BEfOre Mercia Mia couLd blUrt out a whAt tHe FucK cOmmenT, art shoT heR a bRotherlY not jusT No bUt HELL nO look. Which certainlY wASN't The first Time suCH lOoKS had been ExChaNged BETween Them, BEgInning waY back iN LiTtLe kidhoOd When thEiR moTheR wantED to kNow who The villaIn was WHo smeared a mixtURe of honey and sUPeRGLuE On thE toIlet seat on APril fOol's day. MERcI MiA CaughT on by ThE TiPS of her fricatives and HeLd her tOngue. art proceeded tO introduce EVERyone to hIs siSTeR, With the exceptiOn of FRed, whom she ALready knEw. Too Well, as faR as she was CONcerned. MErcI MiA suSpeCTEd fred of being a cLOSet pOlYgamist, SomEthing wHicH MeRci mia, ThAnks to the TeachingS oF hEr FeRveNtly cHArismatiC rEliGiOus MindeD GrandmOther lindA SUe mAgpIe BetelGEuSE, Knew WeNt AgaiNst ThE laws Of boTH GoD and man And whatevEr oTHer mYsTeRious poWers lurked out ThEre in the GrEaT UnKnown bEYOnd the MiLky Way. It was unclean. InhumAN. Even SaTanIc. PosSiblY even CommUniSt. How cOulD A man siNk so loW as to HaVe mORE than ONE wOmaN? FOr that mattER, And SomewHaT insIde out aNd upside down, she oftEN woNdered, especiaLly When LOOkIng AT hER drIpWEed HUSband, Bobby Joe, hoW a woman couLd SToMach even onE Man.

thAt line oF thinkiNg led mErci Mia To become aN advocate Of FemiNINe pArthenogenEsis, a phySical procESs fouND iN some SpeCies in ThE naTural World wHEre A
 with some confusion at Ar t. Wasn'tthatthe  sa me  nam e th e girl cookieb oy o n the beach cruiser bi ke ha dc alle d  h im?
"Who'sW as u p ?"Sh esai d. "I  thou ght  your n ame be Art . I sthat what yo u  A merican pe opl e call a kno ckn ame?"Ar t w i ggled  hi s fin ger at Eloise . Not thr ea t eningl y . Not w i t heven  a hint of intimi d at i on or even cen sure.Ar t  p r i ded  hi mself on h is  perc e ptive a b il i t i esa nd was well a ware of how Elo ise ha dbli n dsided  Albe rt o  an d damn near  col d cockedhim.
" Excusem e, Ms C hang,"  Ar t s aidi nan  un ch a rac t er ist i cal ly polit evo ice."I t h i n k  the  co rrec t wor d is nickname . N ot k n ock name. "

"O h,"El oiserespon ded,mi rroring Art's p olit e tone. " SoWa sup  i s you r  nickn ame ?"Art, se eing th a t h ew a s  a bout to head downav e rb al deadend ro a d,  t o ok the b yp ass .

" Y e p," h e sa i d.  "You co uld su r esa y that. "Before  M erc iaMia c o uldblurtout a wh at th e  fuck comment, Art shot hera  b r o th e rlynot  just no bu t he l l no  loo k .Whi c h cer tainl yw as n 't the first time s uc h look s had  been exchang ed between t h em, begi nnin g  w a y back in litt le ki dhood when their mo therwanted t o know wh o the vill ain  wa s w hos m ea red a mixture o f ho ne y and s upe rglue o n t hetoi let  s eat on Ap ril Fool 's  D ay .Mer ci Mi a  caughton  by  t hetipso f herfrica tive san d  he ld hert on g u e. A rt  p roce ede dto in trod u ceeveryon e to hissis t er,wi th  the ex ception of Fr ed , whom she  a lre ady kn e w . Too we ll, as far as she was c o ncerned . M erciMiasuspected  Fr ed ofbei n g a cl oset p olyga mi st, s ometh i n gwhi ch  Merci Mia , tha nks t otheteachin gs of her ferventl y  ch arismatic rel igi ousm i nd edg ra n dmo th e r L i n da Sue Magpie B etelgeuse,  k n ew  went agai n stth e lawsof both  Goda nd manand whate ver other  m yste r i ous  powers lu rked out  there in the G r ea t Unk now n beyo nd  th e Mil ky Way .  It  wasunclea n.  Inhum an. E ve n Satani c. Possibly even Commun ist. H ow co uld  a man si nks o l ow as tohave  more than  on e w oman?  Fo r  that  mat t er , a n d som ewha t  inside o u tand u ps ide down, s h e oft en wo nde r ed, es peci ally when looking at her dripwee d hu s b and , B o bbyJo e, how a woman  co ul d stomachev en one man. 

That l in e  of t hinkin g ledMerci M i a  t o  becom e an  ad vocate of  fe mi n ine par th en o genesi s, a  p hysica l proc e ss f o u nd in some speci es in t he na t ura l wor ld  wherea 
 with_some confusion_at Art. Wasn't that_the same_name_the girl_cookie_boy on the_beach cruiser bike_had called him?

"Who's Wasup?"_She said. "I_thought_your name be Art. Is that what you American people call a knockname?" Art_wiggled_his finger_at_Eloise._Not threateningly. Not with even_a hint of intimidation or_even censure._Art prided himself on his perceptive abilities and_was_well aware of_how Eloise had blindsided Alberto and damn near cold_cocked him.

"Excuse me, Ms Chang," Art_said in an_uncharacteristically_polite_voice. "I think the_correct word is nickname. Not knockname."

"Oh,"_Eloise responded, mirroring Art's polite tone._"So Wasup is your nickname?" Art, seeing_that he was about to head_down a verbal dead end_road, took_the bypass.

"Yep," he said. "You_could sure say_that." Before_Mercia Mia could_blurt out a what the fuck_comment, Art shot_her a brotherly not just no_but_hell no look._Which_certainly_wasn't the_first time such_looks_had been_exchanged_between them, beginning way back in_little_kidhood when their mother wanted to know_who the villain was_who_smeared a mixture of_honey and superglue on the_toilet seat on April Fool's Day._Merci Mia_caught on_by the tips of her fricatives and held her tongue. Art_proceeded to introduce everyone to his_sister, with the exception_of Fred,_whom_she already knew._Too_well, as_far as she was concerned. Merci Mia_suspected Fred_of being a closet polygamist, something_which Merci Mia, thanks_to_the teachings of her fervently charismatic_religious minded grandmother Linda Sue Magpie_Betelgeuse, knew went against the_laws_of_both God and man and_whatever other mysterious powers lurked out_there in the_Great Unknown beyond the Milky Way. It_was_unclean. Inhuman. Even Satanic. Possibly even_Communist._How could a man sink so_low_as_to have more than one_woman? For that matter, and somewhat_inside out and upside down, she often wondered, especially_when looking at_her dripweed husband, Bobby Joe,_how_a_woman could stomach even one man.

That line of thinking led_Merci Mia_to become an_advocate of feminine parthenogenesis, a physical process found in some_species in the natural world where a