Chetspeak on Sunday
Bernie reached out again and … oh, no: gave Napoleon a pat? All that did was make Napoleon growl. A pleasant development, and just in time to stop me from pushing in between. And then Napoleon made an up-from-under head twisting motion and I realized he wanted … more.
“Ooomph,” said Bernie. “Easy there, big guy. Sit down for a minute.”
I sat down, if sitting down could include butt not actually in contact with ground. As for how much time a minute was, my impression had always been hardly any at all.
“Chet! We’re working here.”
This was work? The case had something to do with Bernie patting Napoleon? I wasn’t seeing that, not the least little bit. But it was the kind of thing Bernie would know. I sat back down, my butt practically grazing the ground.
– from THE SOUND AND THE FURRY.
RIP: Chuck Berry
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