The Flex of the Thumb
“For breakfast, Bertie Kerfoot served him a cold jar of pig’s knuckles, one week old, with a head cheese spread. She gave him a partial bottle of Dr. Pepper.
While he nibbled with no enthusiasm, Bertie embroidered the experience by smoking her cigarette in his direction and disclosing the pathological condition of her sister’s hemorrhoids in much detail. “I’m sure it’s going to come to surgery,” she said. “I may have to go and visit her.”
This would put her behind the wheel. “Why don’t you have a drink?” suggested Reggie. “Maybe a few fingers of J&B would relieve some of your stress.” If she had a few drinks, she might steer herself over the edge on one of the canyon roads. Reggie visualized Bertie’s car in a freefall, plummeting to a fiery crash. He could almost hear the headlines. Tape at eleven.
Bertie said, “I sure hope they use that new technique where they tie those little devils off instead of doing the actual cutting.”
Reggie dropped his fork and stood up.
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