Tyche
Copyright© 2020 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 54
“Tyche ... don’t sneak up on me like that. Who is th ... Nicholas? Tyche ... what are you thinking?”
“He knows ... he’s not sure about what he knows...” Nick nodded. “ ... but he knows I should be 19 or 20 ... but I’m not. You explain it to him. I’m going to the Antler. I have a yen for home made rootbeer.”
I was out the door before she could stop me. As the door to her shop closed I heard her yell, “SEVEN!”
The Antler isn’t far ... unless you happen to be doing it in a Lake Effect snowstorm ... I walked in the front door.
“‘Lo, Ernie.”
I picked the barstool closest to the kitchen and slid onto it.
“Hi, Tyche.”
“Hi, Frank!” I yelled.
From the kitchen came, “Tyche!”
“A mug of root beer, please, Ernie ... and maybe an order of fries,” I said.
Murray came in under the door and yowled.
“Make that two orders of fries, Ernie.” I gave the cat a closer look, “And a half pound of meat, raw.”
Murray jumped up on the stool next door and put out a paw.
We shook.
Ernie said, “Hi Murray ... where’s the wife?”
The Bengal hybrid jumped to the bar, rolled on his back, puffed out his stomach and whined.
“Pregnant again?”
Silver was notorious ... but ... since she had shed herself of the 6 kitten Ludington litter ... a story in its own right ... she had only two kits per litter. But ... she had five pair a year.
Tyche was four when she became Murray’s kid ... in ten years ... Silver had had 50 litters ... two per... 100 kittens. Every one of them a Bengal clone. Bengals are between SEVENTEEN HUNDRED and TWO THOUSAND bucks per unit. And that’s the low price ... well mannered litter trained with excellent blood lines might bring FIVE GRAND!!
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