Style, you
either have it or you
don't. And if you have it, you have it
all the time.The Lovable Rogue
by Tux Toledo
Page 7
I
spent my last evening in the Seacliff Avenue mansion sitting in front
of a well-stoked fire thinking of ways to get Bernie out of his
delicate situation. A plan didn't come easily but when it
came it came to me as quickly as an ember snapping off a burning
log. I immediately called Bernie.
"Winnie, do you know what to do?"
"Yes," I said. "You're going to have to deliver the cocaine
to Jill."
"What! But you told me not to."
"I've changed my mind."
"What about the Feds?" Bernie gasped.
"Don't worry about the Feds. I'll take care of them."
"You will? How?"
"Don't worry about it. Can you cremate a dog tomorrow?"
"Yes."
"Good. Tell Jill you'll deliver the cocaine to her tomorrow
and have her meet you at your plane at eleven."
"Okay."
"And my name's Winston!"
© 2008 David Biagini