December 11th, 2016 Posted 8:39 am
After a long long time we left the Valley, which goes on forever in all directions, and entered open country. The sky turned from dark pink to black and the stars came out. “A hundred billion stars in the Milky Way,” Bernie said, “maybe even twice that number. And a hundred billion galaxies in the universe. So what are we doing?”
What were we doing? We were tailing a real bad guy who’d hurt us with a baseball bat and we were going to bring him down. Bernie had to know that, right?
We crossed the desert, dark and empty, except for occasional distant towns, like baskets of lights. Why I mention baskets of lights is because once when Leda was decorating the Christmas tree – always an exciting time for me, and I end up outside – the lights were all coiled up in a basket and Bernie plugged them in for a test. This was back when Bernie and Leda were still sort of getting along, before that breakfast where she took a sip of coffee and said, “This isn’t working for me.” At first I thought it was something about the coffee, and so did Bernie.
– from TO FETCH A THIEF.