This is How

Bad Guys Need Flowers - Pt. 31
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If the Bad Guys were going to finish this off, Cal needed to do more than gently discuss photography. He needed to do something loud in its distraction. He needed to follow the cat’s example.

Geraldine began to rise with another salmony snack. Cal swung around to a position oriented diametrically opposite the undesirable action. Sally fwipped her tail, excited for the food and the show.

Cal: “Umm, so Miss Geraldine, I wanted to sing something for you.”

Geraldine: “Oh my! I don’t think I deserve anything like that, but a wise woman never rejects a serenade. Croon away, young man.”

Cal delayed, not yet ready to unveil his ineptness: “Yes, umm, is there anything particular you want to hear.”

Geraldine: “How about Dillies in My Basket?”

Cal: “I can’t say I know that one.”

Geraldine: “Okay. How about Ross ‘n Bess’s Easter Eggland?”

Cal: “I can’t say anyone knows that one.” Midnight silently giggled in the distance. “Maybe I’ll just do one I know.”

Geraldine: “Ah! I’ve got it!”

Cal: “Yes?”

Geraldine: “I’m sure you’ll know this one. They play it on a station for younger people all the time. I don’t know why, but sometimes my radio gets stuck there and I have to listen to the stuff for hours. I can’t say I like the crunkier tunes, but there is one song that always gets my foot tapping.”

Cal: “Yes?”

Geraldine: “I think it’s called Remind Me, by the Quarterback.”

Cal: “You don’t mean Nickelback, do you?”

Geraldine: “Oh my! That’s it!”

Cal repeated: “You don’t mean Nickelback, do you?”

Geraldine: “That’s it alright!”

Cal sighed, and began to sing.