Style, you
either have it or you
don't. And if you have it, you have it
all the time.The Rogue Makes A Comeback
by Tux Toledo
Page 5
"Edgar tried to outbid me for it," Rodney chuckled. "But he lost his nerve. He always does."
"That isn't so," Edgar growled.
"Oh, Edgar, why don't you go and have a drink with Tom. You can both drink away your losses."
"Honestly, Rodney," Edgar said. "One of these days you're going to pay for your arrogance."
"Ha! You guys couldn’t afford to make me pay," Rodney laughed.
Edgar shook his head and stormed off. Rodney ran out of laughs and turned to me.
"Winston,
the best thing in life is winning," he said. "Like winning that
shotgun from Tom and winning that company from Edgar. Winning is
truly everything. It's the food we eat and the air we
breathe. Yes, winning is what it's all about. Winning makes
life worth living."
"What about how you play the game?" I asked.
"If you play the game right, you win."
"Whatever makes you happy."
"Winning makes me happy, Winston. And my shotguns."
"Are you still talking about that shotgun?" a woman asked.
"Of course," Rodney smiled.
The
woman joined us and was swallowed into Rodney’s friendly embrace.
She looked a bit frail but her face was lively. Her eyes were
like marbles and they rolled underneath a pair of artificially enhanced
eyelids.
"Winston, this is Edgar's wife, Agnes."
"Hello," I said to her. "I'm Winston Churchill."
"My, Rodney, you have such important friends," she giggled.
"I do my best," Rodney laughed.
"Have you met my husband?" Agnes asked me.
"Yes," I said. "And Tom Sledgeton."
"My, the whole crew," she shook her head and chuckled.
"Excuse me," Rodney said to me. "I'm going to put this gun away. Agnes will keep you company."
© 2008 David Biagini