The next day, in Martha's breakfast nook, I tried to clear my aching head with java. But I couldn't help asking the girls "How come everywhere I go in this burg these shaggy dogs seem to pop up?" |
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"Like I know it's a weird town, what with the radioactive smog rolling in every day at about 10 AM .. " |
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One of Martha's so-called "masseuses" looked up from her morning fix. "Nick, you're such a tool," she giggled, "Everybody in this sub-sector knows about the puppies! Where you been?" |
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