Category: Beatrice

1.66 Why Am I Helping Him Again?

Aware my fish was about to bite I kept my tone even, “If Iron Creek floods the water will work the caskets to the surface and carry them downstream then into town. The City Council will hammer you over it.” The Rye City Council…

Scotch

The Rusty Hinge’s scotch cupboards are a thing of beauty. Beatrice begged off from partaking, the slight rum hangover still fresh in her mind, I needed a sip to help me deal with Little Ben. BTW there is another twelve feet (at least) of…

1.65 Much Ado About Nothing

“Oh, you’re Phoebe’s former manager. I owe you a big thank you!” After this rather stunning declaration, she accidentally dropped her phone under the table. When she leaned over to retrieve it, she cut herself off mid-sentence. Little Ben eyed me. I just shrugged….

1.64 A Conundrum

(Take-Out from the Spare Rib from a previous visit…) My half-day flipped into a full-day when a couple of the Senior Center members asked me for a favor. They had a hankering for barbeque and wanted to go to the best joint around, The…

1.58 Penny In The Air…

Orin (calling down to me): “We really got the old ticker going tonight didn’t we!” The heat of my anger welded me in place.  Unlike the Inebriated Three.  They were, for the first time, taking a real interest in remaining free of police custody. Wood…

1.57 Run!

What did I do to piss off the fates? Or perhaps they were as capricious as advertised. Because we had less than a quarter mile left to travel when a  Resident called out the first warning. Paul: “Incoming!” Little Ben may hate teen trespassers, but…

1.56 Yo-ho-ho and A Shot of Rum

(The ingredients for spiced rum according to Wood’s Gran’s recipe.) Practically dancing in place waiting for Orin’s return I couldn’t work out which of the three fates would be worse if we were caught – becoming fodder for the police blotter. Explaining to the…