The Hammer and I were waiting for Sonja by the car outside the Army & Navy. I had just paid for half a basket of Nutty Club salt 'n' vinegar peanuts - a favourite beer snack not sold in my local food warehouses.
A short distance away two young Indian girls were eating Chinese food on a curb. I was close enough to see they were enjoying themselves, close enough to hear them giggle when they giggled loudly. Indian girls like big dogs so I knew they would come by if they finished their meal before Sonja emerged from the department store.
When they finished eating, one of the two girls, the bigger one, got up and threw their garbage in an abandoned shopping buggy. Then they came over to see the dog. The Hammer growled discretely as they got too close to the car. My dog defends the Cadillac against attacks real and imagined. This I explained to the two girls.
"That's a smart dog you got there mister. We have a pitbull back at our place in Chehalis. You know where that is? He's a smart dog too. We're looking to find a place here in town but we cannot find a landlord who will let us keep a pit bull in his house."
"He's a real friendly pit bull," added the thinner of the two girls. "My nephew even yanked on his penis like a robin pulls worms from the dirt the other day and nothing happened."
"You didn't have to tell him that!" admonished her friend.
They were a couple of real nice Indian gals. More than a little buzzed, worldly as anybody up in the Chehalis and yet innocent in their own way.
As they made their way down the street away from the Army & Navy they took turns picking up small objects on the sidewalk between their shoes and throwing them up in the air just for the fun of it. They were enjoying life, it was good to see.
I hope they found a safe place to stay last night.
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