Date: Mon, 26 Aug 1996 07:10:37 -0700 (PDT)
Title: Whose target?

Sis sits on the stool next to me at the far end of the bar. I say,
"Saved the day, did you?"

"He WAS going to kill L.A.. I saw him do it at least 10 times during that
foray,"  she answers with conviction.

"And, because you care so much for our small society of friends, my quixotic
and beloved sister, you gamble your life..."

"It was not a gamble.  His mind is too easily diverted and he's too angry to
kill or harm someone dispassionately. He has too much to lose. He's a target."

"I think L.A. might have survived, but not without a bandaid or two. As far as
I'm concerned, that knife belongs on your trophy shelf,"  I say to her.  I grin
when she gives me that 'I don't believe you SAID that' look.  Her
gaze wanders from my lingering smile to Bud, seated across the room.  He
glances our way and Sis smiles.

"What'll ya gimme for it, big brother?" She laughs, grabs my bottle of beer off
the bar and holds it up, as if toasting, pointing it     at          Bud.

*quix.ot.ic \kwik-'sa:t-ik\ \-i-k*l\ \-k(*-)le-\ aj [Don Quixote, hero of
the novel Don Quixote de la Mancha (1605, 161]5) by Cervantes : idealistic
to an impractical degree; esp : marked by rash lofty romantic ideas or
extravagantly chivalrous action - quix.ot.i.cal aj.

Start your engines!  It's MMMmmmonday!
later,
d.


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