“Hi, Daniel. Everything all right?”
“Mrs. Parsons could be doing a little better.”
“Sorry to hear that.”
“But she’s cheerful,” said Mr. Parsons. “No complaints. And she was real pleased, the way you replaced her soap collection. Much obliged.”
“Don’t mention it,” Bernie said.
Soap collection? Itty-bitty brightly colored things in a toilet, the water rising and rising and rising? My one visit to Iggy’s house, some time back? The plumber racing up in his truck? I came close to remembering some of that. But, as humans said, no cigar, and no cigar was just peachy with me – I’d toyed with a stub or two and cigars didn’t do it, although I have no problem with the smell. And funnily enough peaches weren’t really peachy with me, either, so why did … ? Somewhere in there I lost the thread.
“ … puppy I was telling you about?” Mr. Parsons was saying.
“The one you saw in the canyon?” Bernie said.
“Exactly,” said Mr. Parsons. “Spotted the little fella again this afternoon. Even managed to snap a picture of him on my cell phone – first time I got the damn thing to work.”
“Soon you’ll be uploading to the cloud,” Bernie said.
Mr. Parsons gave Bernie a quick look, then nodded. “That’s true,” he said. “And except for how I’ll miss Mrs. Parsons, I’m ready. I’ve had a good life.”
From A Fistful of Collars.
Welcome Bogart (first Bogart in the Friends gallery? We think so.)
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