the smuggler’s bible

Edgar Barton

“I’ve got a meeting. Think you can make it from here?”

“I’m not helpless.”

“Sorry. Here’s something for the bus.”

Edgar takes a few steps, looks back. “Saw your ad.”

“Huh.”

“On the bus. Running for mayor.”

“It’s better than a billboard. More people look at it.”

“They got your eyes wrong.”

“Well, it’s a picture, Edgar. They probably got my eyes about how they are.”

“You looked mean.”

“I gotta go. Head home, okay? I’ll come by later sometime.”

The car pulls off the curb and swings around the corner.

“God, did you always rattle so easy?” Edgar says.