The Listeners Chapter12

The Listeners

Chapter Twelve

Hullo,

It seems I've been saddled with the job of running herd on you and the Listeners. I'll be arriving in two days. Can you please set up rooms for myself and for Marc? He's going to be hanging out at the Refuge too.

No, don't thank me.

Reno[1]

Howdy,

Trust me, no thanks are forthcoming.

Define ‘Ride Herd.’

I’ll give you connecting suites.

Stephen

Dear Stephen,

Trust me. If it were up to me I would not be cooling my heels in Mayberry.

"Ride Herd:" keep your asses out of trouble as best I can. I dunno,
though. Ya'll are rushing the cliff already. I might get there too late.

Just like the lemmings, that’s us. However, I seem to have stalled at the cliff edge. Wanna give me a push?

Mayberry is in Georgia, I believe (though I could be wrong). We’re in West Virginia, which makes us hillbillies, not southern red neck good ole boys. We don’t pick our teeth with straw; we clean ‘em with moonshine.

See ya soon.

Stephen

[1] This story was originally posted on Quillings. At times a story might be advanced by means of a letter, such as this one, rather than prose narrative.