Back From The Edgars
“So,” says Spence. “How did the acceptance speech go?”
“No one threw anything. I told the email story.”
“Yeah, I did. Sort of.”
“Sort of?” says Spence. “Meaning you’ve told it better?”
“Did anyone laugh?”
“Possibly. I wasn’t absorbing things too well.”
“God almighty,” say Spence, taking the bourbon off the shelf and pouring for the two of them and Bernie. But not me: water’s my drink. I lap up some from my bowl and head for the window by the front door. Hey! Who’s that coming up the walk, dressed all in black?
Many, many thanks everybody for all the kind words and support. And is there a picture of Hawaiian pants in there? Spectacular!
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