Wednesday, December 28, 2011

The Alibi

I told the detective I'd lapsed into a vodka-induced coma after playing my mandolin at a Ukrainian jazz festival in Pennsylvania. That was my alibi. One of your better ones, she said. Then she asked how the veterinarian's diamond got in my pocket. I stared at the fuzzy gem, back at her, and plead guilty.

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