Doing What We Do, Me And Bernie
“A tomato-red Audi,” Bernie said. “If we can’t follow that we should get out of the business.” Whoa. Get out of the business? This is what we did, me and Bernie. Sitting up high in the shotgun seat, I turned to gaze at him. He glanced at me. “The red part’s all on me, big guy, on account of your cone and rod thing.” No idea what he was talking about. I started panting, can’t say why.
We followed Portia Peters, ex-wife of Kelo Printz, up onto the freeway, headed toward the downtown towers. She got off just before downtown and led us through a nice part of town with lots of trees. I knew we were near the college from all the kids lying around outside or playing Frisbee. Love the college kids, and they love me. A Frisbee soared by, not far from us at all.
“Che-et?” Bernie has this way of saying my name sometimes, even if I’m not doing anything but sitting still.
The Audi slowed down, parked in front of a shop with paintings in the window. We parked, too, watched Portia enter the shop. Bernie read the sign: “Fetzer Gallery. We specialize in Outsider Art.”
At that moment, I noticed a cat on the shelf behind the back window of the car parked in front of us. The cat noticed me and yawned in my face. The case was taking an ugly turn.
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