The Care And Feeding of Exotic Pets
“Dave “Kidney” Hollister made sure the curtains were closed and the door of his motel room locked before he gently lifted his gray Samsonite suitcase onto the bed. He tunelessly whistled Michael Jackson’s Thriller as he ran his hands over the hard plastic. He took the time to do an MJ type hip thrust and a spin. He attempted the moon walk. It was all a little ridiculous in a sixty-five-year-old overweight man in JC Penney jeans and a safari jacket, but he couldn’t help himself. Today was his day.
“Okay, okay, I’m coming,” he said to the suitcase. “Daddy’s coming.”
He undid the combination lock and slipped it from the handle. He rubbed his hands together before sliding back the catch. The top popped open. There were clothes inside, nothing but very dirty clothes, a lot of them smeared with a suspicious looking mustard colored substance. The perfect ploy, Kidney knew, to keep customs officials from digging too deep. He tossed the clothes on the floor and carefully, gingerly removed the s...uitcase’s false bottom.MoreLess
“Okay, okay, I’m coming,” he said to the suitcase. “Daddy’s coming.”
He undid the combination lock and slipped it from the handle. He rubbed his hands together before sliding back the catch. The top popped open. There were clothes inside, nothing but very dirty clothes, a lot of them smeared with a suspicious looking mustard colored substance. The perfect ploy, Kidney knew, to keep customs officials from digging too deep. He tossed the clothes on the floor and carefully, gingerly removed the s...uitcase’s false bottom.MoreLess
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