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actly what she was doing but didn't have the grace to
be embarrassed. "You and your sidekick in there."

8 GLEN COOK

"Yeah? You want a parrot?" I drew myself a mug,
settled at the kitchen table.

"That crow in a clown suit? What would I do with
him?" She planted herself opposite me, beyond dunes
of dirty dishes.

"How about get yourself an eyepatch, get into the
pirate business?"

"Don't know if I could dance with a pegleg. It ever
say 'Shiver me timbers' or 'Argh, matey'?"

"What?"

"What I thought. You're trying to stick me with a
substandard bird."

"Huh?"

"That's no sailor bird, Garrett. That critter is pure
city. Knows more gutter talk than me."

"So teach him some sea chanties."

"Yo ho ho. Dean finally croak?" She stared at the
dishes.

"He's out of town. Got a niece that's getting mar-
ried. Looking for a part-tune job?"

Winger had met some of Dean's nieces, all of whom
brought new meaning to the word homely. She con-
trolled her astonishment, though, and pretended to
miss my hint about the dishes. "I was married once."

Oh, boy. I hoped she didn't get started.

She was still married but didn't let legal trivia en-
cumber her. "Don't go misty on me, Winger."

"Misty? You shitting me? After that, Hell is gonna
look good."

Winger is a tad unusual, case you haven't noticed.