- by David Todd McCarty | Tuesday, July 5, 2016
“They go flat,” she said.
“What goes flat?” I asked.
“The cats,” she said and motioned to the old black cat laying on its side on the deck. She sucked on the crab leg she was pointing with and continued, “They go flat in the summer.”
I looked over at the cat and it did kind of look flat. Like someone had a let the air out of it.
“Yup,” she said, “Darndest thing.
We were on the back deck of her house, eating crabs. The table was covered in newspaper. A few dozen blue claw crabs, smothered in old bay and steamed so that now they shone bright red, lay scattered amongst the headlines.
Sea Isle City’s Annual Baby Parade to Be Held July 19
She tossed the remains of crab she’d been working on and picked a fresh one from the pile.
“So, you hear from Sam lately?” I asked.
She pulled one of the claws off the crab and whacked it with a small wooden mallet and pulled out the meat in one piece.
“Looky there, will ya?” she said. She turned her attention back to the crab at hand and said, “Nah. Haven’t talked to Sam in awhile. Last I heard she was bartending down at Jake’s in the Villas.”
“She still with that guy?” I asked.