The next morning, they were again parked outside Bo's house.
"You sure this will work?" Frank asked.
"Pretty sure," Dwayne said.
Saturday went much the same as Friday except Bo stopped to eat before going to the strip joint. A Cajun food place. He sat by the window. Frank waved to him. He gave Frank the finger.
"Jesus, he eats like a pig," Chico said.
"Cajun," Dwayne said.
"The food?"
"Bo."
"I wonder, could I grill crawdads?" Chuck said.