The high employee turn-over was   
the only proof that anyone had, but it 
helped to make the meat-eating fish    
stories almost feasible.               
     Even a meat-eating plant would’ve 
worked here, but I don’t do that one.  
Why should I mess with something that’s
already been done to perfection?       
     “Not to mention,” she continued,  
“the smell of cooking flesh and bar-   
beque sauce delivered in fifty-five-   
gallon drums, right along with cases   
and cases of hacksaw blades.”          
     “I’m not sure, but I think that   
barbeque sauce might’ve really been    
blood.”                                
     “Yeah, I’m sure it was,” she said,
and then added, “but that’s not the    
only reason I dragged you in here.”    
     “What? What’d I do now?”          
*      She came over and gave me a hug.    
     “That’s for saving those bunnies.”
     “What the hell’s this one for?” I 
asked, while she was giving me another 
one.                                   
     “That one’s for Beth, and I’d     
appreciate it if you gave it to her    
tonight,” she said.                    
     I must’ve looked confused, because
she added, “She called me Monday and   
told me about Fishy.”                  
     Then, she hit me in the shoulder, 
“You almost went to jail, you goof. How
my supposed to get anything done around
here, while you’re in jail? You’re my  
best worker.”                          
     “Yeah, you’re a liar, but thanks  
anyway” I said, and then told her about
what happened at the DA’s office, but  
then changed the subject.              



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