Previously: Digger, minus his Drillers, and Twain are in a coffee planning their next move. And now…
â€œSo what do you think your next step will be?â€ Twain asked.
â€œIâ€™ve been thinking about that,â€ Digger said. â€œI think we should head back to Bayside.â€
â€œWell, you have an interest in this, too,â€ Digger said. â€œDonâ€™t you want to see it through?â€
Twain took a bite of pancakes and nodded. â€œExcept, Iâ€™m really not so much the hero type. What exactly do you think I can do to help?â€
â€œDrive me home, for one thing,â€ Digger said. â€œAnd youâ€™ve been to the Cobalt Czarâ€™s kingdom or whatever it is. That knowledge might be helpful.â€
â€œYouâ€™re just flattering me, now,â€ Twain said and took a drink of his Coke.
â€œAnd who drinks Coke with pancakes, anyway?â€ Digger asked.
â€œWhat else would I drink?â€ Twain asked â€œOrange juice is too sour.â€
â€œMilk?â€ Digger ventured.
â€œIâ€™m not a baby,â€ Twain countered.
Twain shook his head. â€œDonâ€™t like coffee.â€
â€œI thought you loved coffee,â€ Digger said, confused.
Twain put down his fork. â€œWhat could possibly make you think I love coffee?â€
â€œI donâ€™t know. I just thought you did,â€ Digger said, thinking. â€œI mean, it always smells like coffee in your van.â€
Twain sat up a little straighter. â€œThat was… somebody spilled that, a long time ago. Never did get the smell out.â€
â€œOkay, whatever,â€ Digger said. â€œWhen can we leave?â€
â€œTell me again why you want to go back home?â€
[blockquote type=”blockquote_quotes” align=”left”]”I figure instead of trying to track this guy down with no leads, I go home and wait for him to contact me, then we can follow a fresh trail.â€ â€œNot the worst plan, I guess…â€[/blockquote]â€œI donâ€™t think I told you in the first place,â€ Digger said. â€œThe guy said heâ€™d get back in touch with me in a week, and itâ€™s getting pretty close to that now.Â Â I figure instead of trying to track this guy down with no leads, I go home and wait for him to contact me, then we can follow a fresh trail.â€
â€œNot the worst plan, I guess,” Twain said.
â€œNow youâ€™re just flattering me,â€ Digger said. â€œAre you ready to get out of here?â€
â€œYeah,â€ Twain said. Digger nudged the check across the table toward him. Twain looked at it, then looked at Digger. â€œWhat?â€
â€œYou need to pay the check,â€ Digger said.
â€œI thought you were picking up the checks,â€ Twain said. â€œWhat happened to that money you borrowed from your girlfriend?â€
â€œNumber one, sheâ€™s not my girlfriend, and number two, the money went where the rest of my clothes went when I put the mask on,â€ Digger said.
â€œOkay, Iâ€™ll buy that,â€ Twain said, picking up the check.
â€œWhile youâ€™re doing that, give me some money,â€ Digger said. â€œIâ€™ll run next door and buy us some sodas for the road.â€
Twain started to say something, but just shrugged and pulled out his wallet. He handed Digger a twenty and turned toward the cash register. Digger walked outside and headed toward a nearby convenience store. As he walked, he caught the scent of coffee, and after moment, traced the smell to the twenty dollar bill in his hand.
â€œHuh,â€ he said, â€œand he said he doesnâ€™t like coffee. Oh shit!â€
The money smelled like coffee!
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