“HOT DAMN!” Staples shouted as he slammed the door behind him. “I been running for the last 10 blocks trying to get here.”
“Why?” Lisa said slowly.
Staples shook the rain off his boot and looked up impatiently. “What do you mean, “whyyy.”” making fun of her long way of talking.
“I ran here because the speech starts any minute now.”
Almost on queue the Mr. Rodriguez, next door in apartment 402 started pounding on the wall. Slow three times then two short, sharp beats. Lisa and Staples punched righteous middle-fingers in perfect time to the last two beats, almost as an aside.
“Baby,” Lisa continued, “what’s important about a speech?”
Staples pulled off his shades and his pupils started to glow reacting to the orange overhead lighting. “This planet,” he said, is on the ground floor of something NEW!”
