Duct Ducks

“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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3 Responses to “Duct Ducks”

  1. Diane
    6:54 am on August 27th, 2009

    Portia probably thinks all men are jerks because of her brother.

  2. B. Stover
    12:15 pm on August 27th, 2009

    Chet, I'd love to hear what you did when the duck nipped at you.

  3. sarahkate
    5:00 am on August 28th, 2009

    You know what they say! "When the going gets tough, the tough get DUCT TAPE!"

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