The Life of a Private Eye, Part 4, Zounds! Once there was a man who didn’t flirt with his nurse.Once there was a wife who let her husband slide.Once there was a day when nothing bad happened to anyone,a day that had slipped god’s mind. It might have gone unnoticed,had not the Creator of the Universe hired me to look into it.I figured god could afford it, so I charged twice my usual rates,plus expenses. I began with a vague recollection ofbelieving all would be well on the day in question, the feelingthat I was on a roll, even as I was sitting still. It had fallen onmy mother’s birthday. I couldn’t call her. She had departed when I was a boy.So I settled for laughing at how she’d loved telling risqué jokes and stories.Then…
“The Life of a Private Eye,” by Michael Larrain
