Freddy wakes, snorting at me. Ralphy smiles. He runs inside and comes out with day-old sourdough, sprinkling bits and pieces for Freddy. “Good boy Freddy, youse show em’ next time.” Ralphy walks down the slope, the mother Swan and her herd all wait for Ralphy to feed them.
“You? You’ve known about this the whole time?” I ask.
“Of course, how do youse think Freddy knew where to find ya’?”
“But why Ralphy? Why?” Ralphy lights up a cigarette and smiles at me.
“Easy, youse didn’t clean that cappuccino machine.”