Cowboy Feng's Space Bar And Grille
““Isn’t It Grand, Boys?”
Traditional I said, “Would you believe we were just kidding?”
“Ummm.”
“Right,” I said.
“Let’s find some breakfast,” said Christian.
“I’ll go along with that,” said Rich. “And we can keep an eye out for whoever was following me.”
Right. I’d forgotten about that. “Are you sure someone was?”
“Yes.”
“Then he wasn’t very good.”
“Should I be insulted?”
“No.”
“All right. Where’s Eve?”
“The library.”
“Of course.”
I finished my morning business and we went out in search of adventure and breakfast, not necessarily in that order. We walked, or rather strolled, along LeDuc, with its wide bicycle paths and dwarf maple trees, toward Feng’s. Christian was in the middle between Rich and me. Christian said, “So, is all that really true?”
“Is what true?” I said.
“Heh.”
“Well,” I said after a moment, “I guess you can believe as much of it as you want to.”
“That’s some shit,” said Christian.
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