Bernie the plumber (3)




Bernie went to work as usual the next day. Just before lunch, a building inspector gave him a hard time about the vent work on one of his houses. The inspector was full of it, just throwing his weight around, but Bernie didn’t say anything, just nodded and shrugged.

He was home by four-thirty. The kids were already at Mary’s sister’s.

Bernie shaved, put on a clean pair of jeans and a button-down shirt he hadn’t worn in years.

“You’re wearing aftershave,” said his wife when he came down.

“You ready?” he asked.

“Where we going?”

Atlantic City,” he said, heading for the car.

(More to come. This story started April 8)

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