"Telling Trouble"

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plots that are owned by other people.

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     "I'm glad Louie let us stay here the night," Whitey
commented.
     "After enough coaxin'," Chuck corrected.
     "Just go to sleep, will ya?" Slip said, then pulled the
pillow out from under his head and placed it over his face. "I don't
need you guys yappin', your snorin' oughtta be enough to keep me awake."
     "What'd he say?" Whitey asked.
     "He said to go to sleep," Bobby answered.
     "Oh, okay," Whitey said.
     Slip moved the pillow from his face. "Will ya shuddup? Be
like the moron over there and go to sleep!" He pointed at Sach, who was
sleeping--quietly--on the floor.


     A few hours passed, but Slip couldn't sleep. he got fed
up and tossed off the blanket, got up, and headed for the front of the
shop. He went through the door and flipped the light switch... to find
Sach sitting at the bar.
     Slip blinked, then rubbed his eyes. "I must be havin'
optimistic delusions." He walked over and helped himself to a soda, then
stood in front of Sach. He waved his hand in front of his face. "Nutin'.
How can he sleep sittin' up like this?" He stood watching him, while he
finished his soda. He finished and decided to leave Sach where he was,
then went into the backroom again.


     Early the next morning, Louie came in while it was still
rather dark... and made alot of noise: he knocked over one of the
chairs, walked into a table or two, then found the light switch.
     Slip came out of the backroom. "Wanna make a little more
noise, Louie? I don't think they heard ya in the Bronx." He paused.
"What'd ya do?"
     "Knocked over a chair. I do that every morning! Come in
in the pitch black, knock over a chair, walk into a few tables, then
find the light switch," Louie answered.
     Slip glanced over at the counter--no Sach. He turned back
to Louie. "Be more careful next time, Louie." He went back into the
backroom and found Sach sleeping in the same spot on the floor. Slip
rubbed a hand over his face, then muttered, "Maybe it was just a
hallukination." He sat down on the cot. "I ain't gettin' enough sleep,
that's it." He laid down just in time to hear the alarm clock go off. He
sat up and threw his pillow at the clock, knocking it over.
     "Boy, what a restful night's sleep," Whitey said.
     "Shuddup," Slip said. He got up and walked over to the
still-sleeping Sach and hit him with his hat... repeatedly.
     "I'm awake!" Sach said, sitting up quickly.
     "Thanks for the news flash," Slip said.
     "Someone's in a bad mood today," Sach commented.
     "Yeah, and you ain't helpin'," Slip said.


     The fellas sat at one of the tables and spread out a
newspaper.
     "It'd make it much easier if Gabe just loaned us the
money when we need it. It's so oppressin' lookin' through these want
ads," Slip said.
     "I'd like it if Gabe loaned us banana slipts," Sach
commented.
     Slip hit him with his hat. "Keep lookin',"
     Gabe came in and joined the fellas. "Nothin' yet?"
     "Well, whaddaya know, we was just thinkin' about ya,"
Slip said.
     "I'm not loaning you any money," Gabe said.
     "You're jumpin' to seclusions, Gabe," Slip said. "We was
just sayin' maybe you could put in a good woid for us."
     "Sorry, but the only good word for you guys is 'lazy',"
Gabe said. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to get a cup of coffee.
Anything wrong with that?" He started for the counter.
     "Eh, go on," Slip said, then rested his chin on his
palms.
     "That worked like a charm," Chuck commented.
     "Ya should've asked for banana splits," Sach said... and
got hit with Slip's hat again.


     Slip entered his apartment. "Hey, ma?"
     Sach came in behind him. "I don't think she's home."
     "Who asked you?" Slip asked. "'Sides, don't you ever go
home?"
     "Only when I get hungry," Sach replied.
     "I though that's why you come here," Slip said.
     "Oh, yeah, I do come here. That's it, I don't go home,"
Sach said. "Mind if I take a nap?" He went over to the couch and laid
down.
     "Mind? Naw, it's only *my* home, not yours," Slip said.
     "Thanks, Chief," Sach said.
     "No wonder my ma ain't here. She knew you were comin',"
Slip said. "I guess I'll hafta do my own cookin'." He went into the
kitchen.
     About a half an hour later, Slip is sitting at the
kitchen table eating. He looked up in time to see Sach sit across from
him. "I didn't make you nutin'." No reply. "Sach?" He paused, then shook
his head. "That's it, either I'm havin' hallukinations or he's walkin'
in his sleep..."
     *ring, ring*
     Slip got up to answer the phone.
     "It's your mom. She's at a neighbor's and won't be home
until later."
     Slip stopped and glanced at Sach. He turned and answered
the phone. "Ma?" He paused. "How'd I know?" He looked at Sach. "Lucky
guess..."


     "Let the meetin' come to order," Slip said. "I gotta get
a gavel."
     "But, Slip, Sach ain't here yet," Whitey said.
     "You're his keeper, so it's your problem, but this
meetin' does retain to him. Last night, I saw the boy genius walkin' in
his sleep, when the phone rang. He told me who it was and why they were
callin' before I picked it up!" Slip said.
     "You're sayin' Sach knows things before they happen?"
Chuck asked.
     "I'm sayin' I think that's the *only* way he knows
anythin'. I think we can use this to our vantage," Slip said, then
paused. "Now, we gotta figure out *how* to use it."
     "And we gotta figure out where he is. He shoulda been
here by now," Bobby said.
     "Prob'ly stopped to talk to the animals in the window of
the pet store again," Slip comented. "Meetin' dejourned."


     "And that, my dear moron, is the short and the tall of
it," Slip said.
     "Chief, ya sure can tell a good story," Sach commented.
     "Story? Ya don't believe that you can see the future?"
Slip said.
     "'Course I don't cuz I haven't heard myself do it. How
can I believe som'en I haven't seen or heard?" Sach said.
     "Well, then could ya atleast play along wit' the story,
then, hmmm?" Slip asked.
     "Can I sleep on the job?" Sach asked.
     "You'll sleep alright..." Slip said. "Now, how can we
make money off-a this?" He paused. "We could provoke you as a fortune
teller..."
     "But I ain't gonna be tellin' cuz I'll be sleepin'," Sach
said.
     Slip hit him with his hat. "Shuddup and lemme think in
peace." He paused and thought for a few moments. "Nope, I think fortune
teller is the best I can do wit' you. As long as coagulate wit' me,
this'll woik."
     "I'm tellin' ya, Chief, I ain't gonna be tellin'
nothin'," Sach argued.

To Be Continued.....