Chet The Dog

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Op Cit, Etc.

Spence is on the phone to Admin, back home by himself.

“How’s Santa Fe?” Admin says. “Always wanted to see it.”

“Really nice,” says Spence. “And yesterday I dropped into this very nice bookstore called Op Cit. It’s just a few doors from a witch store, so you can knock off a lot of your shopping needs at once.”

“You’re having fun.”

“Um, yes.”

“Guess I’ll go mow the lawn again.”

Welcome know-it-all dude.

Santa Fe

“So,” says Admin, “going to Santa Fe for the Left Coast Crime convention?”

“Apparently the hotel is full,” Spence says.

“And there’s just the one hotel in Santa Fe?”

“The fun of these things is all the readers and writers crammed together in one place.”

“Sounds swell,” Admin says.

Uh-oh. They’re glaring at each other again. Also this is one of those strange days when they’re looking very different from each other. There must be better human jobs than theirs – private eye work, for one! What could possibly beat bringing perps to justice? The expression on their faces when they realize they’re going down: we always get a kick out of that, me and Bernie.

“Wookie posted an interesting comment about Santa Fe yesterday,” Spence says. “Actually made me want to go there, even if it’s not what it used to be.”

“Who’s stopping you?” says Admin.

Spence doesn’t answer. He’s back to tapping away on the computer. Humans: sometimes I think they drew the short straw,whatever that means. And no offense.