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that same old brick wall. It can't be an animalbut then how do you explain those strange prints? Her voice trailed off again. It was plain to see she didn't know where to go with her line of logic. "Damn it," she grumbled, "why can't I make some sense out of this?" |
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"I've got it all figured out," I assured her. "It has something to do with giant koala bears purchased by the Russians, airlifted up from Australia, and dumped in the Canadian wilderness. Their whole purpose is to screw up the Canadian lumber industry so that the Russians can sell some of their low quality Siberian timber at higher prices in the world market." |
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My feeble attempt at light-hearted banter didn't even elicit a groan. Brenda gave me her version of the moon child cold stare riddled with contempt and announced that she was turning in. |
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When the door clicked behind her, I got up and headed for the office. My fascination with the no-talk, no-smile motel clerk had to be checked out. By the time I got there, I realized that the lights had been dimmed, and the young man was nowhere in sight. |
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There are very few times when a closed door will stop me, and this wasn't one of them. When I tried the knob, it turned, and I let myself in. The office was an austere affairtwo cracked vinyl chairs, a worn, patterned linoleum floor covering and a |
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