Just a BLT

"Just a BLT," Douglas said, morosely. He looked tired, disheveled. Antoine almost felt sorry for the man.

"Haven't found a new bitch after Valentina?" Antoine asked, sipping his coffee politely.

"No ... been sleeping on the couch at the firm. Just ... I really need a fresh start," Douglas replied, stretching, his back popping. Antoine shouldn't, he thought. He didn't owe this white man any favors. But what the hell ...

"I gotta girl in mind for you. Sweet, young, red hair, country, likes black men. She'd be right up your alley."