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“You bet I am and that’s where I need your help,” answered Jack.
“Oh, where’s my manners? Can I get you a Diet Coke or put on some coffee for you?” said Mike.
“Yeah, I’ll have a coffee once you get your percolator all fired up.”
Mike got up and slowly and carefully manoeuvred his way off the couch to make the coffee in his small kitchen. Getting off the couch was an ordeal for him. There were so many dirty cups, plates, dishes and bowls that Mike had to move a lot of cookware out of his way in order to find the coffee percolator. He’d worry about finding a clean coffee cup after the coffee was brewed.
After he finished setting up the coffee maker Mike returned to the couch. It looked like the couch had swallowed the big man so far inside it so that he was now a part of it.
“Okay coffee’s on. Now how can I help you get revenge on Blake?” asked Mike his ponderous weight sinking him into the ragged old sofa.
“Mike, do you remember that
Model of Ogopogo that you made in grade six for the science fair?”
“Of course I do. I put a damn lot of work into that thing. At that time in my life I was fascinated by lake monsters. I took great pride in carving my model out of wood and then painting it.”
“Do you still have it?” asked Jack.
“You bet,” replied Mike. “It still has a place of honor on top of my bedroom dresser. I even dust it off once in a while,” laughed Mike.
“Can I see it?” asked Jack.
“Sure I’ll go get my little treasure from my bedroom.”
It didn’t take Mike long to retrieve the model and bring it into his living room. It was not hard to see that Mike had put a lot of hard work into his science project. Ogopogo was carved to a very precise scale and its body was a blend of the colors gray, green and brown.
“Wow,that is a beauty! Can I handle it up and study it for a minute? I see now why it won first prize at the science fair,” said Jack. Mike passed it to him and Jack held it carefully in his hands.
“Is there any way that you could build a large replica of this model, say fifteen to twenty feet long?” asked Jack.
“I could if I had the supplies,” answered Mike.
“What if I offered to pay for all the materials you would need plus pay you generously for your labor?” asked Jack.
“As long as you paid me better than my computer repair customers do,” Mike laughed.
“Say I do agree to building you a life size replica of Ogopogo. What would you do with it? You know. I think our coffee should be ready by now. I’ll go get it.”
Jack watched Mike try to extract himself from his couch. It was too painful for Jack to watch. Weighing in at over three hundred pounds Mike had to position himself so that he could use his hands to grab onto the coffee table in order to gain some leverage.
Jack couldn’t stand watching Mike struggle a second longer.
“Don’t try to get up, Mike. I’ll get the coffee for us.”
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