Where We Are: The Dog Who Knew Too Much
A little afraid, yes, but did Suzie back up? Not a step. “If something’s happened to Bernie I’ll make you regret it for the rest of your life.”
“I’d be shaking in fear if I knew what you’re talking about,” Guy said. “But since I don’t, it’s adios. Happy trails.”
He started closing the door. This was the moment for the foot-in-the-door trick, but Suzie didn’t seem to know it. The lock clicked. A bolt thunked into place. Footsteps moved away.
Suzie raised her fist to knock again, then paused and lowered it.
“Come on,” she said.
That was it? We weren’t busting down that damn door, charging inside, grabbing Guy by the pant leg?
Suzie, part way to the car, had stopped and turned toward me. We exchanged looks.
“Ch – et?”
She said that just like Bernie. I left the doorstep and went over to her. We got in the Beetle and backed out of the driveway.
Suzie drove up the street, turned onto the next one, then the next one, and – hey! we were doing the round-the-block trick, one of our best moves, mine and Bernie’s! Suzie was catching on.
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