Table Talk
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.
Tags: desert adventure, Suzie
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5:39 am on May 30th, 2009
Oh, tables! I love being under any table where people are sitting and might drop food. Also, you get an occasional foot rub on your belly. That's nice too. Snoozing while people chatter awa…
7:07 am on May 30th, 2009
Ah, another mystery…a mystery within a mystery. I life is full of them but Bernie and Chet sure seem to stumble over them a lot. Hopefully a happy ending but with a plane crash, who knows.
8:11 am on May 30th, 2009
What gold bar?
What did I miss?
3:56 pm on April 27th, 2013
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