Style, you
either have it or you
don't. And if you have it, you have it
all the time.The Rogue Goes to the Dogs
by Tux Toledo
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A
week passed before I heard again from Nick.
"Have you reached any conclusions?" he asked.
I hadn't a clue.
"Well, I'm down in Woodside. How'd you like to come with me
to another field trial this weekend?"
"Actually, I rather enjoyed the first one," I said. "Fresh
air, beautiful country, sporting atmosphere. Yes, I'd like
to."
"Would you?" he said.
"Yes, but I want to be there from start to finish, from the time you
prepare the transporter to the time you return to Woodside."
"It's a deal."
I always become nervous whenever a successful businessman tells me we
have a deal, but this time I figured it was all right.
"I'll see you Saturday morning," I said.
Under the circumstances I decided the proper thing to do would be to
stay in Nick's Marina house. James carted me off to the place
and I made myself at home. I sat down with a Bass Ale and
watched the boats navigate the bay. It wasn't long before
James entered the room.
"Any luck with your bottle?" I asked.
"Yes, sir. It came from Spectrum Pharmaceuticals."
"What!" James always finds a way to get my
attention. He took a piece of paper from his pocket and
handed it to me.
© 2008 David Biagini