Dry Gulch (More)
I was just finishing the steak tips – best I’d ever had, at least since the last time – when Bernie glanced over at the archway that led from the main part of the restaurant to the patio. Humans get this look of surprise sometimes, their eyebrows going up and all of a sudden looking younger than they are, and Bernie had that look now. A guy was coming toward us, but not Colonel Bob, who was the guy we were expecting, unless I’d gotten it wrong. And that can happen. Take in that warehouse down in Mexico, when I’d expected Peanut to pull up in front of that metal roll-up door and come to a stop. Was I wrong about that or what? That’s in To Fetch A Thief unless I’m wrong about that, too.
But forget all that. The point is the guy coming toward us was not Colonel Bob, although he looked kind of like a younger version. Hey! It was Ray.
Happy Birthday, Rosie! And many many more.
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