bob and jack were friends.
they were midget basketball fans, and mud wrestling fans, but the midget basketball season was over, and mud wrestling had just been outlawed by the supreme court.
they needed something else to talk about,
bob brought up the subject of harry, another friend of theirs.
harry can be a real soap dish sometimes, bob said.
maybe, jack agreed, but he has his good points too.
like what? bob asked.
i think he treats his dog good.
harry doesn’t have a dog,
but he has a cat. i know for a fact he has a cat and that he treats her right.
how do you know that? bob asked sharply.
i saw him in the pet food aisle at the supermarket last week and he was looking at the various brands of cat food and seemed to be really considering them carefully, so he must think highly of his cat and treat her right.
in that case, bob agreed, maybe he is not such a bad fellow after all. what was the cat’s name again?
pandora.
of course. pandora. how could i have forgotten?
jack checked his watch. jack was an old-fashioned guy and still wore a watch, even though his phone kept more accurate time.
i have to get going, jack said, or i will be late for my tae kwon do class.
all right, bob said. let’s get together again some time.
how about next wednesday morning, at nine o’clock?
that sounds like a plan.
we can talk about pete.
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