The Flying Troutmans
The Flying Troutmans
“I stared at the pool of something that was seeping out from underneath it. Logan had started playing Frisbee with Thebes in the parking lot. He threw the Frisbee hard every time against the pavement so it would deflect and fly up straight into Thebes’s hands. Or face. She didn’t like it. She kept yelling, Throw it normally, throw it normally! I looked around to make sure nobody was watching and then I got down on my hands and knees and stuck my finger in the mystery liquid and tasted it. I’d se...en my father do this once or twice. Except I didn’t really know what I was supposed to be tasting or how to differentiate it from any other automotive flavour. I decided it was water and not oil. It was water from the air conditioner, probably. I thought hey, excellent, we’ll have to stop using the AC and open all the windows and the wind and the racket will drown out Thebes and muffle Logan’s music. I didn’t mind listening to Thebes’s chatter or Logan’s music most of the time, but I was trying to solve problems and formulate solutions in my mind and I needed to concentrate for a while.MoreLess
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