…oncet I knowed a feller what smuggled a ham into a synagogue…only man what ever got circumised twenty-two times…
Monroe D. Underwood
I had three cups of black coffee while Betsy fried the steak.
Betsy said did you hear the telephone this morning?
I said no who was it?
Betsy winked at me.
She said Kellis J. Ammson.
I said how did he get this number?
Betsy winked at me.
She said he’s a detective.
She said Ammson wants to hire you back.
She said at five hundred dollars per week.
She said he seems to think it might be better for all concerned.
She said he told me he has a very hot international case for you.
I said I don’t need a very hot international case.
I said I already got a very hot international case.
Betsy said he told me this has to do with smuggling.
I said smuggling what?
Betsy winked at me.
She said I think he said mushrooms.
She said into the Black Forest.
I said tell Ammson I am otherwise occupied.
I said tell him I am on a big United States government thing.
I said I got to find Nivlek Ysteb that sonofabitch.
Betsy winked at me.
She said don’t make snap judgments.
She said Nivlek Ysteb just might be a very nice person.
She smiled an impish smile.
She winked at me again.
I said Betsy you better get that eye examined.
The steak and eggs hit the spot.
Steak and eggs wasn’t all I got.