by Freida Marie Crump
Greetin’s from the Ridge.
“Herb, how did these folks get my name?”
“Do you ever start a conversation at the beginning?”
“It’s a Houston travel agency, Herb. They’ve got my name and yours and they say I’ve written to them to ask for information.”
“Gimme that letter.”
“Not on your life. Have you read this?”
“It’d be kinda hard with you holdin’ it above your head.”