Dallas liked standing in front of the out-sized window, his hands making marks on the glass, watching the traffic on Route 66.
Edison didn’t want to talk to Dallas.
“Can’t talk to you Dallas. I’m busy.”
“Edison,” Dallas said. “Edison, listen just a minute. What’s a minute hurt you?”
AMERICAN TYPOLOGIES Globetrotter Lodge, Holbrook, Arizona by David Meyer via Flickr
Dallas was trying to sound reasonable. He was trying to keep Edison on the phone.
“Can’t talk,” Edison said. “I’m busy.”
“Edison, this is important.” Dallas said.
“Told you, I can’t talk. I’ll call you back.”
”Come on Edison. Just listen to what I’m saying.”
Edison hung up the phone and then looked at it.
Dallas would call again and again until Edison talked to him.
Edison grabbed the burro and ate it. It wasn’t enough. He would get something more at Jane’s Cafe in town.
From DIM LIGHTS THICK SMOKE
Coming soon from Barnstork Press
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