Chetspeak on Sunday
“I’m Adelina Borghese,” the woman said.
“Pleased to meet you,” said Bernie, extending his hand.
Adelina Borghese’s hand remained at her side. “Didn’t that policeman mention me?” she said. “I thought this was all set up.”
“Ah,” said Bernie. “The client with the ridic – “ He stopped himself. “Uh, come in. Please. The office is – “ He motioned down the hall. Adelina’s gaze followed the movement, paused on a pair of boxers lying on the floor. Bernie noticed. “Um, on vacation,” he said. “The maid.”
We had a maid? So many things I liked about Bernie, and that was just one of them: you learned something new every day. But no time to think about that now. I bolted outside, raced to the rock at the end of the driveway and lifted my leg. At the same time, I heard that yip-yip-yip, and, leg still up, turned my head – I can turn it practically right around backward if I have to – and there was Iggy at his window. Good to see Iggy, but – uh-oh, what was that? He was lifting his leg, too.
– from Thereby Hangs a Tail.
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