“Today we’re studying Wacky Geography in Mid-World. Thr—”“Here!” she screamed, thrusting it out toward him and shielding her face with the crooked hook of her free hand. Cuthbert broke the seal and read what was inside, his eyes growing large. ”“WHAT ARE YOU TELLING HIM, EDDIE OF NEW YORK? ONE OF YOUR STUPID, NASTY-MINDED LITTLE JOKES? ONE OF YOUR UNFAIR RIDDLES?”“Yeah,” Eddie said.
It was, he thought, like looking at a wind-chime that wants only the slightest puff of breeze to set it tinkling. “Beer? Ale? Graf?”“Also wine, whiskey, and pettibone,” he said, not responding to her smile. Walked in their sleep. Tolkien’s The Lord of the Rings was madly popular in those days, and while I never made it to Woodstock (say sorry), I suppose I was at least a halfling-hippie.
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