Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Listening Tour

How exactly can you tell when Fredo is listening, anyway? His cocked head and perked ears? His attentive gaze, resplendent in its fixity of purpose, awaiting nothing more than the sound of his own name, either to take credit or deflect blame?

Or is he really just waiting for James Baker to throw the tennis ball and scoop up his shit for him while he fetches?

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