"You can hardly see me," Myx said.
"People know it's you after all this time."
"You mean just because it's my blog and there's always a photo of me here?"
"Our blog--and sure, out viewers can fill in the blanks if you've not quite as visible on one day. I think it makes for a more interesting shot, to tell you the truth," I said.
"Telling the truth again, are we?"
"Only when it helps," I said.
"You know what kind of tree this is, Dave?"
"That's a ruff one, Myx. I'll have to scratch my head and try and fetch and answer so you don't wag your finger--if you had a finger--at me."
"Dogwood, wiseass!"
"Do you know the myth about the dogwood, Myx?"
"About how the cross Jesus was nailed to was a dogwood and after that it never grew big enough to make another cross out of?"
Dammit! Why do I ever ask Myx any trivia?
"No," I countered, "the myth that any book that sits in its branches gets fleas."
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