Max always came in around three, a folded New York Times in his pocket. I’d have his drink ready before he sat down at the bar. Max dressed like a college professor, tweed jacket and sweater vest. He always sat on the same stool.
Midway through his second drink he’d ask for the dictionary. We’d spend the afternoon working together through the crossword puzzle. He’d have finished and put away his paper before Dave, the night barman, came in with his own Times.
Dave would give Max his crossword, which Max would complete in five minutes, smirking, using a pen.
Wonderfully written and sneaky fun.
A sumptuous character sketch
Dear J Hardy,
I like Max’s style.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Oh, what a sneaky little bugger Max is. How delightful!
If it makes him feel good, where’s the harm? Nice character study.
Professor indeed,
Hehehe!
All that looks intelligent isn’t necessarily intelligent.
Brilliant! I might just try that.
Annie RIP – my short story
For some reason Max reminds me of someone, pretending to be someone he is not. Fun story, and great characterization.
Cute con!
Crafty Max!
A delightful story. I love Max’s style.
Hilarious! Love it! I can just picture it, the look on Dave’s face when Max does the cross in five! Love it! :)