Chetspeak on Sunday
Bernie approached a boarded-up window by the back door, ripped off the boards like nobody’s business, which made no sense to me, this sort of thing being our business exactly. Next came the window. This particular window was pretty much our favorite kind, just one pane. First Bernie tried to open it: locked. Locked was always my preference – it meant I got to see Bernie breaking the glass. Bernie was a great glass breaker – I’d seen him do it with his head! And more than once! But not tonight. Tonight we were trying to keep the noise level down. I knew that as soon as Bernie took off his shirt and wrapped it around the .38 Special. After that came a quick tap tap at the window, practically silent, and the glass broke into two pieces which fell inside and landed on something soft, making the gentlest shattering sounds I’d heard in my career so far.
Bernie glanced around – just an old habit of his, I’d have let him know if anyone was coming – then put on his shirt, picked a few shards out of the frame, and raised one foot as though to step inside. That led to a brief moment of confusion ending with us both safely through the window, me first.
-from The Sound and the Furry.
Welcome fellow ear non-matchers, enthusiastic dude.
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