"Have I ever told you about the second guy I killed? Not the first, killing my dad was kind of boring when you get down to the telling."
The conversation died down, everyone looked to the head of the table.
"I was walking along, just in front of this restaurant, though the restaurant wasn't here, yet. This punk jumps out and stabs me. I turn and hit him as hard as I can. Pure instinct. I was pretty fit back then and my aim wasn't too good. I hit him in the temple and he goes down, dead. I faint like a pussy a few seconds later.
"They tell me he used a razor knife. I never saw it, but I remember it like it was a peg you tie a rope around on a sailing ship with a two edged shaving razor like my dad used to use on people stuck in the handle. Or I can remember it as a cut-throat razor. Or a bayonet. Or a Cadillac with fins.
"I won't imagine it like that. I remember it like that. Ain't that the damnedest thing?
"By the way, I've hired an outside contractor to get rid of this big galoot." Jed jerked his thumb toward the groom-to-be as he uttered the sentence.
"That won't be necessary," his daughter told him, smiling the same smile she had learned to plaster on her face whenever her father opened his mouth in public. "I have a feeling the wedding is off at this point, anyway."
Opening: D Jason Cooper.....Continuation: freddie