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Chet And Bernie #5

The very last paragraph (subject to change, of course):

“I think I know the answer,” Bernie said. He picked up a flashlight, limped across the patio, and opened the gate.

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Chet And Bernie #5

“Get the climax done yesterday?” says Admin.

“Did my best,” Spence says. “Threw in a little pathetic fallacy.”

“Careful with that!” Admin says. “And today the denouement, I suppose? Don’t get tied up in knots!”

Admin seems to think that’s pretty funny. He’s the only one laughing.

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“Why not?” says Admin. “Just because of all these people I’ve invited over for bloody marys and eggs benedict?”

“No,” says Spence. “It’s more because today I’m writing the climactic scene in book 5. Uh, might be nice if it was a bit quieter around here.”

“Hey!” Admin calls. “You – third trumpet in the back row – slap a mute on it!”

Ridiculously Early Sneak Peek At Book 5 In The Chet and Bernie Series

Admin: I believe B. Stover, in the down-under part, was kind enough to ask how book 5 was going. Here’s a sample:

“ … 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.”

“No, no, no,” Bernie said. “I meant – “ And then came a long explanation of what he’d meant, which lost me right out of the gate, and maybe Mr. Parsons, too, to judge from the look on his face.

“It’s all right, Bernie,” he said, “I’m not offended. But do you want to see the picture?”

“Yes.”

Mr. Parsons took out his cell phone and started pressing buttons. “Cursed stupid hellish – “

“Mind if I try?” Bernie said.

Mr. Parsons handed Bernie the phone. “This one?” Bernie said.

They gazed at the glowing thing, then both turned and transferred that gaze onto me. I wagged my tail, my fall-back response in all kinds of situations.

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