Thor's Hammer (Part Two)

"Been an exciting morning here. A lot to tell you when you get home."

Those were the last words that I received from Corb before I left work to fend my way through the Friday night traffic on the road home to Eldredge. Oh, I tried to get more out of him, but my resources were limited: we don't have a land line, his cell phone wasn't working, so all I had was email, and my response (one simple word: "WHY?") had not met with a reply before I had to log off.

Forty minutes later, as I made my way into the apartment, I could barely wait to open the door and play quiz the Corbster. In desperation, I begged Josie to pick up the kids at school, just so I could get five minutes alone with him, just to find out what he meant. Don't leave a writer left hanging for too long, with just his imagination to keep him company, faithful friends. You don't want to know what he'll dream up.

Nothing close to what really happened, let me tell you.

Corb was in the kitchen when I entered, putting the finishing touches on some crescent rolls that he had been preparing for dinner that night. I hardly looked at his buns, but instantly turned him around, hugged him, and said, with an edge in my voice, "WELL?"

Corb grinned. "Well," he said, "You know that weird guy making noise outside our window this morning?"

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