Robbie Forester and the Outlaws of Sherwood Street

by Peter Abrahams

  Mr. Nok’s special was still happening on Saturday. I picked up four cartons of kaeng phet ped yang and some sodas and we met at HQ. Kind of cold inside—there was still plenty of snow on the ground. Silas reported that Heinz Mott had surfaced with a new blog called How Now Sheldon Gunn dot-com. We proposed some toasts—like “Here’s to Boffo”—and gobbled up every scrap from the cartons.

  “Do you think the power will ever come back?” Silas said.

  “First there has to be injustice,” I said.

  “Plenty of that around,” said Ashanti.

  “Y-y-y-y-ye-ye-ye-,” said Tut-Tut, and kept trying and trying until he finally got to “Yes!”

  “Here’s to justice,” I said.

  We clinked soda cans.