The cigarette from his hand flickered like a leaf from a tree in fall. The time it took out from the hand to the ground seemed to take forever. More cars passed by, punctuating and interrupting their thoughts. There was a pause between the two of them. Watching the cigarette now blow around in the wind.
“Why the flower shop?”
“Just need something for the missus.”
For some reason he was in too good of a mood. James felt uneasy. He was wondering if Big Joe drank any of his beers.
“What missus?”
“I’ve got plenty of missus, don’t you worry, you just keep to yours, focus and stop with the questions.”
The cigarette was long gone by now so they started down the stairs.
James breathed in and out just like a cigarette. This trick an ex of his taught him.
“Helps if you don’t have a cigarette your mind feels a bit better even if your just pretend.”
James was wondering if Big Joe did that.