The Lust Lizard of Melancholy Cove - By Christopher Moore Page 0,77

(He hated that.) But this was even better: riding in the different car with the Food Guy and his female and the Tall Guy who always smelled of burning weeds and sometimes gave him hamburgers. He looked out the window and wagged his tail, which repeatedly smacked Theo in the face.

They were stopping. Oh boy, maybe they would leave him in the car. That would be good; the seats were chewy and tasted of cow. But no, they let him out, told him to come along with them to the small house. An Old Guy answered the door and Skinner said hi with a nose to the crotch. The Old Guy scratched his ears. Skinner liked him. He smelled like a dog who'd been howling all night.

Being near him made Skinner want to howl and he did, one time, enjoying the sad sound of his own voice.

The Food Guy told him to shut up.

The Old Guy said, "I guess I know how you feel."

They all went inside and left Skinner there on the steps. They were all nervous, Skinner could smell it, and they probably wouldn't be inside long. He had work to do. It was a big yard with a lot of shrubs where other dogs had left him messages. He needed to reply to them all, so each could only get a short spray. Dog e-mail.

He was only half-finished when they came back out.

The Tall Guy said, "Well, Mr. Jefferson, we're going to find the monster and we'd like your help. You're the only one who has seen it."

"Oh, I think you'll know him when you see him," said the old guy. "Y'all don't need my help."

Everyone smelled sad and afraid and Skinner couldn't help himself. He let loose a forlorn howl that he held until the Food Guy grabbed his collar and dragged him to the car. Skinner had a bad feeling that they might be going to the place where there was danger.

Danger, Food Guy, he warned. His barking was deafening in the confines of the Mercedes.

Estelle

Estelle was fuming as she cleared the teacups from the table and threw them into the sink. Two broke and she swore to herself, then turned to Catfish, who was sitting on the bed picking out a soft version of "Walkin' Man's Blues" on the National steel guitar.

"You could have helped them," Estelle said.

Catfish looked at the guitar and sang, "Got a mean old woman, Lawd, stay angry all the time."

"There's nothing noble in using your art to escape life. You should have helped them."

"Got a mean old woman, Lawd, Lawd, Lawd. She just stay angry all the time."

"Don't you ignore me, Catfish Jefferson. I'm talking to you. People in this town have been good to you. You should help them."

Catfish threw back his head and sang to the ceiling, "She gots no idea, Lawd, what's hers and what's mine."

Estelle snagged a skillet out of the dish rack, crossed the room, and raised it for a rocketing forehand shot to Catfish's head. "Go ahead, sing another verse about your 'mean old woman,' Catfish. I'm curious, what rhymes with 'clobbered'?"

Catfish put the guitar aside and slipped on his sunglasses. "You know, they say a woman was the one poisoned Robert Johnson?"

"Do you know what she used?" Estelle wasn't smiling. "I'm making my shopping list."

"Dang, woman, why you talk like that? I ain't been nothin but good to you."

"And me to you. That's why you keep singing that mean old woman song, right?"

"Don't sound right singin 'sweet old woman.'"

Estelle lowered the pan. Tears welled up in her eyes.

"You can help them and when it's over you can stay here. you can play your music, I can paint. People in Pine Cove love your music."

"People here sayin hello to me on the street, puttin too much money in the tip jar, buying me drinks - I ain't got the Blues on me no more."

"So you have to go wreck your car, or pick cotton, or shoot a man in Memphis, or whatever it is that you have to do to put the Blues on you? For what?"

"It's what I do. I don't know nothin else."

"You've never tried anything else. I'm here, I'm real.

Is it so bad to know that you have a warm bed to sleep in with someone who loves you? There's nothing out there, Catfish."

"That dragon out there. He always be out there."

"So face it. You got away from it before."

"Why you care?"

"Because it took a lot for me to open

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