“I mean, thank you, and it did    
work out, but damn it, what if it      
hadn’t you son of a bitch?!”           
     Bob and Sandy were getting the    
hell out there, but Johnson had stop-  
ped to hear me out.                    
     “Don’t worry. I had a back-up     
plan,” he said and waved thanks to Bob,
and I did too.                         
     I didn’t want to know what his    
back-up plan was, so I just let it go. 
He probably didn’t have one anyway.    
     “Do you really believe all that   
stuff you said about me and animals?” I
asked and continued down the stairs.   
     “Well, almost all of it. I think  
Beth is better than you, but other than
that, yeah, I do,” he said and followed
me.                                    
     “If you want, stop by Saturday and
* check us out. You can see how happy the  
bunnies are,” I said and then added,   
“We’ll have a barbeque, but no pork,   
please.”                               
     “Ok. You can count on it. I’ll    
give you a call later.”                
     “You’re still a son of a bitch,” I
hollered one last time before getting  
into my rental.                        
     I was chuckling about that as I   
drove, when I suddenly realized that my
name was now gonna be part of the pub- 
lic records and almost drove off the   
road.                                  
     I braked and just sat there for   
five minutes.                          
     How long before the reporters     
came, and then the angry mobs?         
     I started the car and couldn’t    
think of anything else for the rest of 
the day.                               



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