“What about you. Bee?” Nunzio is sayin’. “You aren’t lookin’ too happy. You want out?”
“N … No. It isn’t that,” Bee sez, quick-like. “I’m willing to help as much as I can. It’s just that … well, I was sort of looking forward to trying to get this place organized.”
“You can still do that, Bee,” Junebug sez, winkin’ at him. “We still need to know what’s going on, even if we only use the information to slow things up.”
“It’s just too bad we don’t have our own teamsters,” Shu Flie sez. “Then we could really mess things up.”
“What was that, Shu?” Nunzio sez, suddenly lookin’ real attentive.
“What? Oh. Well, I was thinking that if we could have our own drivers to do the delivering instead of using army wagons, we could scatter our shipments all across the kingdom.”
“No … I mean what did you say about teamsters?”
“Teamsters,” Shu repeats. “You know. The guys that drive freight wagons … at least, that’s what we called ’em back on the farm.”
I look at Nunzio and he looks at me, and I realize from our smiles we is thinkin’ the same thing.
“Spyder,” I sez, “you found the Mob once in Twixt … do you think you could do it again?”
“Sure,” she shrugs. “Why?”
“I got a message I want you to get to Don Bruce,” I smiles. “I think we just found somethin’ he can do to help us.”
Chapter Seventeen;
“Ya gotta speak the language.”
-N. WEBSTER
“HEY, SWATTER.” Shu Flie sez, lookin’ out one of the warehouse windows, “do you know there are a buncha wagons and drivers sitting outside?”
“No,” I sez, “but if you hum a couple bars, I’ll fake it.”