"Get away, Max. You'll scratch the paint," I told him.
He didn't move. "Hey, there, J. P. How's it going?" "Get out of the way. I don't have time to screw around with you." Bodily, I shoved him aside far enough so I could put my key in the lock.
"I'll bet it is Peters, isn't it? That's the rumor,...
Puis...