![]() ![]() ![]() “No, Duane.” Cletus paired this with a suffering sigh. “Dark comedy?” My twin lifted his eyebrows.“Meaning poop?” “Cletus. That’s disgusting.”Sitting across from Cletus, Duane’s tone was reprimanding.įinally, Cletus tore his eyes from the paper. “What?” ![]() “I hope it’s a dark comedy,” he added, still not removing his attention from the newspaper. “Like what? You mean satire?” This question came from Cletus, not bothering to glance away from where he was reading at the table. He was still in his pajamas, his curly hair a mess.Nevertheless, I was surprised to see him up so early. “I cancelled. I have an errand to run.” Grabbing a coffee cup from the cabinet, I tossed a thumb over my shoulder. “The toilet is acting funny.” “What’s wrong?” Billy’s question had me looking up. My second-oldest brother was already dressed for work in his suit and tie. “And shouldn’t you be fishing with Hank?” ![]()
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