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Chetspeak on Sunday


March 2nd, 2015 Posted 8:49 am

Even though it’s Monday! Rebels ‘R Us.

Back on the road, Bernie said, “Shot in the dark, Chet. Boozers working in close proximity – they tend to find each other.”

A shot? Hadn’t heard one, not at the cemetery, not since the Chang case, in fact. The Chang case: a nightmare, but the food! Another story for later. I yawned a nice big yawn, the kind that sometimes catches my lip over a tooth, and by the time I got everything straightened out, whatever I’d been worrying about was gone. Why worry anyway? I had Bernie.



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January 27th, 2015 Posted 8:00 am

5.0 out of 5 stars – Fantastic author. Chet and Bernie’s adventures are so great. – January 8, 2015

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Chetspeak on Sunday


December 14th, 2014 Posted 7:52 am

“Bernie!” She threw her arms around him, a big woman and not that much shorter than Bernie.

“Hi, Livia.” I could see Bernie’d had enough of hugging after a while, but Livia didn’t let go till she was good and ready.

She stepped back, still gripping Bernie’s upper arms, in fact, giving them a little squeeze. “You look just great,” she said.

“Uh, no, um, thanks,” Bernie said, which made Livia laugh, a nice big sound, not a boomer like Uncle Rio’s but impressive for a woman. “And you, too,” Bernie said.

“Oh, go on,” she said. “I’ve put on so much weight.”

“No, no, no,” Bernie said. “And it suits you.”

Livia laughed again. “Those are mutually exclusive, Bernie. Pick one, preferably the first.”

“Um,” Bernie said, and then he was laughing, too.

“Tulip?” she said. The young woman on the sofa tossed her magazine aside and rose right away. “A nice big bourbon on the rocks for Bernie here, and a small one for moi,” Livia said. Tulip went behind the bar, reached for a bottle.

“Sweetie?” Livia said. “We’re pouring from the top shelf tonight.”


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Chetspeak on Sunday


November 23rd, 2014 Posted 7:36 am

Amy’s voice came through the speakers. “And – the results were negative.”

The blood drained from Bernie’s face. All at once he went from looking great to looking terrible, like this sick old guy who sometimes goes past our house in a wheelchair. “Oh, God,” he said. “Negative?”

“That’s good news, Bernie,” Amy said. “The best. Negative is good.”

“Negative is good?”

“It means no malignancy,” Amy said. “It’s just a benign growth, may shrink and vanish on its own, and easily removable if not.”

The blood came rushing back to Bernie’s face. It turned bright red – I had no doubt about that, no matter what anyone says about me and color – and he smiled a smile so big his eyes practically disappeared. What the hell was going on? “Thank you,” Bernie said. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

Amy laughed and said goodbye. Bernie patted my head, kind of hard, actually. “Good boy,” he said. “Way to go.”

Nice, but what had I done?


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