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hangdog look. I don't leave him on the boat often, but he'd just have to learn to live with it when I do. After all, I've certainly learned to do so where Jenks is concerned. I have, however, when Jenks is packing, slinked to the exit door, leaned against it, and given him hangdog looks.
I patted Po's head, and told him again how sorry I was.
Leave it to Lil to screw up what had been, for both of us, a great afternoon.
As is usual in Mexico, no one saw anything at the Pemex station, even though it is one of the busiest places in town. And, there are stores and, unfortunately, bars, within easy walking distance. Robert told me Lil left her purse in the van, but I know she keeps stashed cash, uh, elsewhere. As Lil likes to brag, "No one is going to search an old lady's drawers."
I did a perimeter search, starting with the bars, but no Lil. It was dark by the time I got back to the pickup and met up with Robert, who was waiting for me after having canvassed a six-block quadrant, asking everyone is sight if they'd seen an old Gringa . Nada .
"You think we should go to the police?" he asked.
"Hell, no. She was released to my custody, and the way the law works down here they'd probably throw me in the clink for letting her escape into the general population."
"Maybe we should check out the pharmacies. She tried to bribe us to stop at a one. Which surprised us, because she also told us she didn't have any money because you took it all. I guess she lied, huh?"
"Lil lied?" I slapped my cheeks and gasped, "I'm shocked! Shocked, I tell you."
He rolled his eyes and grinned. "Yeah, the old saw, 'how can you tell if an alcoholic is lying?'"
"Their lips are moving," we chorused. We shared a laugh and admitted defeat for the moment. We'd been outfoxed for now, so I decided to deal with the latest Lillian fiasco after a good night's sleep.
On the way back to Puerto Escondido we stopped at a taco stand and bought beef tacos as a peace offering for Po Thang. I rarely left him on the boat, and when I did, I almost never locked him inside. Lately, though, he'd taken to jumping off on his own and swimming for shore, and the last thing I wanted this evening was to have to find him in the dark, then give him a bath. One missing person was quite enough for my day.
It was pitch black by the time I reached Raymond Johnson , and something didn't look right. My anchor light, solar-powered, shone brightly, so at least finding the boat was easy, but I could have sworn I left a light on inside the cabin. Just what I need, low batteries. Well rats, I'd have to start the generator and charge up, when all I wanted was a warm dog, a cold beer, and a taco.
I tied up Se Vende and cut the motor. Normally Po Thang would be raising Cain, but all was quiet. I hoped he wasn't busy chewing up my carpet or something. So far he'd been good about that, but Katy bar the door if he'd managed to open the fridge. I'd child-proofed the entire cabin after the first time he emptied out that reefer.
"Hi, honey, I'm home," I yelled.
Nothing.
Scared silly something had happened to him, I dug out my keys while running along the deck, but I didn't need them: the door stood wide open. Crap, two escape artists in one day? After I found him I vowed to eat his entire damned taco right in front of him.
Flipping on a switch, I was surprised when the lights sprang to life. Bright lights. Not a low battery problem. But all that light revealed a much more serious problem. Po Thang had totally trashed my boat?
Then I took a closer look at the mayhem. Since when can a dog, even one as crafty as Po Thang, pull out a drawer and scatter the contents? My heart seized. Po Thang didn't do this, but whoever did must have frightened him off the boat. I grabbed a flashlight and, without much hope, climbed to the flying bridge and turned on my spotlight, figuring if Po saw it, he might swim back.
Heart pounding, I left the spot on and was scrambling back down to the main deck to
I patted Po's head, and told him again how sorry I was.
Leave it to Lil to screw up what had been, for both of us, a great afternoon.
As is usual in Mexico, no one saw anything at the Pemex station, even though it is one of the busiest places in town. And, there are stores and, unfortunately, bars, within easy walking distance. Robert told me Lil left her purse in the van, but I know she keeps stashed cash, uh, elsewhere. As Lil likes to brag, "No one is going to search an old lady's drawers."
I did a perimeter search, starting with the bars, but no Lil. It was dark by the time I got back to the pickup and met up with Robert, who was waiting for me after having canvassed a six-block quadrant, asking everyone is sight if they'd seen an old Gringa . Nada .
"You think we should go to the police?" he asked.
"Hell, no. She was released to my custody, and the way the law works down here they'd probably throw me in the clink for letting her escape into the general population."
"Maybe we should check out the pharmacies. She tried to bribe us to stop at a one. Which surprised us, because she also told us she didn't have any money because you took it all. I guess she lied, huh?"
"Lil lied?" I slapped my cheeks and gasped, "I'm shocked! Shocked, I tell you."
He rolled his eyes and grinned. "Yeah, the old saw, 'how can you tell if an alcoholic is lying?'"
"Their lips are moving," we chorused. We shared a laugh and admitted defeat for the moment. We'd been outfoxed for now, so I decided to deal with the latest Lillian fiasco after a good night's sleep.
On the way back to Puerto Escondido we stopped at a taco stand and bought beef tacos as a peace offering for Po Thang. I rarely left him on the boat, and when I did, I almost never locked him inside. Lately, though, he'd taken to jumping off on his own and swimming for shore, and the last thing I wanted this evening was to have to find him in the dark, then give him a bath. One missing person was quite enough for my day.
It was pitch black by the time I reached Raymond Johnson , and something didn't look right. My anchor light, solar-powered, shone brightly, so at least finding the boat was easy, but I could have sworn I left a light on inside the cabin. Just what I need, low batteries. Well rats, I'd have to start the generator and charge up, when all I wanted was a warm dog, a cold beer, and a taco.
I tied up Se Vende and cut the motor. Normally Po Thang would be raising Cain, but all was quiet. I hoped he wasn't busy chewing up my carpet or something. So far he'd been good about that, but Katy bar the door if he'd managed to open the fridge. I'd child-proofed the entire cabin after the first time he emptied out that reefer.
"Hi, honey, I'm home," I yelled.
Nothing.
Scared silly something had happened to him, I dug out my keys while running along the deck, but I didn't need them: the door stood wide open. Crap, two escape artists in one day? After I found him I vowed to eat his entire damned taco right in front of him.
Flipping on a switch, I was surprised when the lights sprang to life. Bright lights. Not a low battery problem. But all that light revealed a much more serious problem. Po Thang had totally trashed my boat?
Then I took a closer look at the mayhem. Since when can a dog, even one as crafty as Po Thang, pull out a drawer and scatter the contents? My heart seized. Po Thang didn't do this, but whoever did must have frightened him off the boat. I grabbed a flashlight and, without much hope, climbed to the flying bridge and turned on my spotlight, figuring if Po saw it, he might swim back.
Heart pounding, I left the spot on and was scrambling back down to the main deck to
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