Interview with a rubber wolf.
He's described it to me once or twice, but I had to meet him again...it's hard to believe, and indeed, I wouldn't believe it if I couldn't see it with my own eyes. We were sitting in the diner, some throw back to the 50's at the edge of town (easier for him to get to from the ranch). He'd beaten me there, as a matter of fact (I got stuck at some red lights and behind a train) and it was hard not to see the glances and looks from the other customers as I made my way across the black and white checked linoleum and took a seat on the overstuffed red pleather of the booth, elbows on the table and looking at...
Well, it's hard to decide what I was looking at. On the other side of the table was...well, you would've thought it was a guy in a suit. And from a distance, without looking at it closely, that would be easy enough to believe. The impossible part came from looking more closely, and seeing the slight flare of the nostrils as he br