Independence Day (From Thereby Hangs A Tail)
Bernie and the count sat at the table; I lay under it. The count peered down at me. “Interesting animal,” he said. Who was he talking about? “In our world overbreeding is always the risk. Here the opposite seems to obtain.” Could have meant anything; all I knew was I didn’t like the count’s breath, which smelled of fish. I’m not a picky eater but the appeal of fish is lost on me.
Bernie gave the count a smile, the mouth kind, the eyes and the rest of his face not joining in. “A lot of people have underestimated Chet,” he said.
“No offense intended,” the count said. He took out a pack of cigarettes. “Smoke?” he said.
“No thanks,” Bernie said, but his eyes were glued to that pack.
“Of course not,” said the count, lighting up and taking a deep drag. “You Americans,” he said.
Yeah, we were Americans, me and Bernie. So?
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