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Archive for April, 2022
“You were gone when I got up,” she said, as Terry walked in.
“You were asleep.”
“I’m not a sound sleeper. I should have heard you.”
“I don’t know what to tell you,” he said, throwing his keys on the counter, taking a bottle of water out of the fridge.
“Why are you letting me stay here?”
He shrugged. “You asked.”
“Is that the only reason?”
“I’m going to order food. Mexican or Chinese?”
“Good choice,” he said, ordering an extra-large vegetarian pie.
“You’re a vegetarian?”
He nodded. “I don’t think living beings are food.”
“I’m starting to like you, Terry Moon.”
He looked at her. “You shouldn’t.”
“I don’t think I can help it.”
“Try,” he said. “I’m not someone you should be around.”
“I think that’s up to me.”
“He stared at her, then nodded. “You’re right.”
“Did you hear anything about Mickey?”
“Just that he’s dead.”
“He was a bad guy, so it’s not a big loss.”
“Most people are bad guys,” said Terry. “If we killed all of them, humanity would fit into New York.”
She smiled. “Would that be a bad thing?”
“I think once that happened, good people would start turning bad. Seems as if there are always bad people.”
“And it’s your job to kill them?”
He tipped his water bottle toward her. “Not all of them. I’m freelance. I work when I want to.”
“You cleaned the place,” he mumbled, looking around.
“Thank you,” she said. “Is it okay if I do more?”
“Knock yourself out,” he said, tossing his empty bottle into the recycling bin next to the sink. “Make a list.”
“Food,” he said. “Don’t forget cat food.”
“Why are you doing this to me?”
“Just make the list.”
The pizza arrived and they sat at the counter and ate it.
“Delicious,” she said, licking her lips. Crispy crust, just perfect. The fries are also perfect. Great combo.”
The cat pawed at Terry’s leg and meeped. He put a small piece of cheese on the floor and the cat pushed it around, then ate it.
“I’ll clean up, you make the list.”
“You can’t be real,” she moaned, looking around for a piece of paper.
“Paper’s in the thing next to the chair by the window.”
He crushed the box and wiped off the counter, while she made a grocery list.
“Who are the people in the other two files?”
“Are you going to do them?”
“Did one today. Human trafficking. Kids. Guy was a monster.”
“What about the other one?”
“Still thinking about it.”
She walked over to him and handed him the list. “I have money in my bag, let me…”
“I got this one.”
He picked the cat up and ran his hands over the cat’s face. Then he put him on the chair. “I like cats. I’ll be back soon.”
She stared at the closed door and then said to the cat. “What’s happening, Whisper?”
The cat chose not to answer and instead, curled up and closed his eyes, purring, while he feel asleep.
Photo: Alora Griffith
- I am not that good at hopping.
- I don’t think I could hold my ears up all day long.
- I don’t think grass and flowers would taste better than pizza and fries.
- I think fleas, or bugs, would bother me.
- I don’t like sleeping outside all that much, especially in the rain, or in winter.
So while I love rabbits, I’d probably make a bad one. Although, the female rabbits, kind of run the show, so I’d be okay with that.
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Photo: Jordan Marchand