Freddie wailed from his patio door. Freddie moved here recently from San Francisco.
People didn t skin deer in their backyards there.
Freddie used to open his back door, prance to the fence, and discuss the screen and stage with fellow winesniffers. Now he opens his back door and finds a deer dangling by its hocks from the swingset next door. I looked over after a hearty swig. It s easy Fred. I wiped my bloody finger on my pants, held it aloft and curled it.