That was the reason we'd set up surveillance of Werewolf's house. Not much else we could do since Gucci was pretty well plastered. We nestled in behind some really thick bushes and began to stare.
"I think the place looks worse than usual," Gucci remarked.
"Yeah," I said. "That storm we had last week really did a number on Werewolf's shingles."
The debris from the roof lay scattered willy-nilly around the old man's yard.
"Not to mention what it did to Bright's manure pile," said Gucci. "Course, the extra moisture in that stuff probably saved my life, but it didn't do much for my body odor."
"You said it," I said, snickering in spite of myself. "We could make a fortune bottling that scent and calling it, I dunno, Dew Drops or something."
Gucci thought that was funny, too.
He was just about to add his two cents worth when we saw the curtain on one of the first floor windows flutter.
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Love Songs: The Wrong Note - A Collection of Short Stories
General FictionA second volume of short stories in the Love Songs collection. Many of the stories in this collection focus on the theme of love and how it sometimes goes wrong. A large collection of stories that run the gamut from humorous to tragic. 1. Love Songs...
