To someone who knows the place, the Tavern now resembles a stepped-on anthill. People are behaving casually to a highly exaggerated degree. Not to be left out, I casually snag Patti as she goes by and ask her what's up. She kisses me - not so casually - and tells me that The Carrot-Top From Hell is expected to make a try for the kids tonight.
She is, huh? We'll just see about that....
I whisper something to Patti. She looks shocked at first, then grins hugely. I look unabashedly up her skirt while she trots upstairs, then head to my truck and a special package I've kept cached in the glove compartment....
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