We sat around the kitchen table – me, Bernie, Suzie. I was actually on the floor, partly under the table, just my head sticking out. I always feel good that way – how about you?
“You look so tired, Bernie,” Suzie said. I looked at him. His hair was sticking up in strange clumps and he needed a shave. “What happened out there?”
“I hardly know where to begin,” Bernie said.
“How about at the beginning?”
“But when was that?” Bernie said. “When Chet found the gold bar, or after the plane crash?”
“Either,” Suzie said. “Or both.” She leaned forward to listen. I was listening, too. I’d forgotten about that gold bar.
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