Bobby asked nicely: “Are you done?” All according to plan. Worn work boots dangled fresh laces a metre in front of a slab of meat and bone hooked. Bobby smiled with pride at his work. Its bold statement.
A stylish white-haired lady poured tea into an ornate teacup.
“Ma, I’ve always liked your blend of tea.”
The server smiled. “Oh, Bobby, you were always a sweet boy.” The son sipped, self consciously, as his mother continued: “I was a little worried at first; what you did to those poor little creatures when you were just two really worried me.”
Bobby sipped his hot beverage with more assuredness. “You’re right, Ma. I went on to bigger things.”
Mother had to add “Awww, sweet to the last”. She took a sip then looked concerned, hesitating, unsure if she made English Breakfast, Earl Grey, Orange Pekoe, or….something else.
Bloch is a great writer to emulate. I like to vary his famous joke: "I have the body of a 25-year-old ballet dancer. I keep it in a freezer in my garage."
He was great. And that is a famous quote.
In my late teens I devoured Bloch's short stories. A friend lent me a copy of "The Best of Robert Bloch".
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