“Sis?” said Bernie. “Meaning this gentleman – ” He pointed with his chin at Trimmer. Love when Bernie points with his chin. He has a very nice chin. Some humans have almost no chin at all. I never like the sight of that. “Meaning this gentleman,” he was saying, “is your brother?”
“He’s no gentleman,” said Portia. “I want to make a deal.”
“Portia, for God’s sake,” said Trimmer.
“Make a deal and it’s the last thing you ever do,” said Freddie Dancer.
Bernie’s face got hard. A minute or so later, Freddie Dancer had a strip of duct tape over his mouth. We can be tough, me and Bernie. Also duct tape has nothing to do with ducks; that confused me for a long time. Once a duck nipped at me, maybe a story for another time.
“What kind of deal?” Bernie said to Portia.
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