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Show The Speed of Light Butch and Fenn Stories 8 "Bug off. Scared we're going to break the record?" "Sleep out forever for all I care. You're playing games. Big deal." "What is it, Parley?" Butch says. "What's going on?" Well, Parley tells his tale, and then Butch makes him tell certain parts again while he takes notes on a clipboard he's made out of a piece of old linoleum. Fenn lies on the ground nearby and rubs his eyes. He does kind of look like Elvis when the light is right and when he is lying on the ground not looking at you. Butch and Parley make an appointment, and like I said, I don't care, I am willing. It's just a world, we can figure it out. "The speed of light," Butch says, later in the week. By now the cat has come back again, thinking we'd have another fish. And Tiny just nods at her because she doesn't smell like blood anymore. He must remember her from the old days before her operation. "What is that?" Fenn says. "The speed of light." "We are going to measure the speed of light." "Light? It has a speed?" "What do you think, Fenn?" Fenn whispers into his fist: "The speed of light." |
