Upstairs at the Downstairs
We walked down the hall, me and Bernie, then Freddie Dancer and the bald guy with Suzie in between, the gun to her head. Past the office and Charlie’s room, we came to a closed door. Bernie stopped. “Upstairs we go,” he said.
Upstairs? We didn’t have an upstairs at 99 Mesquite Road, which is where we live – 99 Mesquite Road, in the Valley. The Valley goes on forever in all directions. That’s important. Is this the time to go into Bernie’s worries about the aquifer? I’m not sure. But even if we had an upstairs, this door didn’t lead to it. Why? Because it was the door to the broom closet. There’s a broom in there, plus other stuff, such as the vacuum. The vacuum doesn’t come out much since Leda left, a good thing, because something about the vacuum gets me going every time. Was the vacuum coming out now? Bernie reached for the door handle. I got ready for anything.
Tags: Freddie Dancer, Suzie, vacuum
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3:14 am on August 17th, 2009
Oh Chet, you make me laugh. Thanks so much!
3:40 am on August 17th, 2009
Wish I could give you some back up, Chet. That Freddie Dancer guy makes the hair stand up on my back!
7:24 am on August 17th, 2009
Chet – in addition to being ready for anything – you are absolutely delightful and the best part of my day!
7:39 am on August 17th, 2009
Zoie's having some time with other dogs at Daycare right now, but Chet, you'd love her– she's ready for anything, anytime. I can't wait to read her your blog– I wonder what she'll think?
9:30 am on August 17th, 2009
Gulp!
10:28 am on August 17th, 2009
Ooooh the vacuum. Good choice! That will suck those bad guys right up. I know that happens because Duke at doggy day care told me it happened to a friend of his. The vacuum sucked him right up.