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Two hours later I heard pounding on the cabin door.
“Abe! We gotta talk. Lemme in.”
My first thought was “Not by the hair on my chinny chin chin,” which was weird since I’d never read fairy tales as a kid. How do these things sneak into a person’s mind? How do they take over at weird times?
Jeff sounded insistent. “Lemme in.”
“No,” I bellowed. “I can’t think if you’re here. Go away. I need to think.”
Silence.
“Okay, I’ll give you another couple of hours, but I’m coming back if you don’t give me a chance to talk to you.”
More silence.
I sighed.
“How about we meet for dinner at the Bottom?” I asked the door.
A shorter silence.
“Okay. Six o’clock. You better be there.”
Having voiced the threat, Jeff peeked in the window at me. Shook his head. Walked away toward his truck.
Peace and quiet.