Chapter 12

I kept wishing I could go home and shoot the bull for a while with old Phoebe. Finally the cab driver and I sort of struck up a conversation. I thought maybe he’d know about the ducks. He turned around and said ‘how the hell should I know’. He started to get sore about it. I stopped having a conversation with him, if he was going to be so damn touchy about it. He started up again and said ‘the fish don’t go no place. They stay right where they are, the fish. Right in the goddam lake. ‘it rougher for the fish than it is for the duck in winter use your head for chrissake. They get frozen in one position for the whole winter. I asked him if he wanted to stop of and have a drink with me. He didn’t answer me though. ‘ain’t no time for liquor bud’ he said.