Thanksgiving (2): From To Fetch A Thief
“This is my son Charlie. Shake hands with Sergeant Torres, Charlie.”
Rick held out his hand. Charlie gazed down at the ground.
“I won’t bite,” Rick said. Of course he wouldn’t! Hardly any humans did, their little teeth not being much of a weapon. I did remember a perp named Clancy Green chomping on some other perp’s arm, but that was on a Halloween night, the only holiday I don’t like – Halloween brings out the worst in people, Bernie says. Thanksgiving is my favorite, except for that one time with the drumstick incident, maybe a story for another day.
Charlie raised his hand, a little hand that disappeared in Rick’s big one. Rick shook it gently.
“There’s a gun on your belt,” Charlie said.
“Yeah, but I’ve never fired it,” Rick said, although I didn’t know why, since I could smell it had been fired, and not too long ago.
Welcome dinged-up dude (get well soon).
And our thoughts are with Howard and Snowhook today.
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