“The dead don’t talk. I don’t know why.” But they do try to communicate, with a short-order cook in a small desert town serving as their reluctant confidant. Odd Thomas thinks of himself as an ordinary guy, if possessed of a certain measure of talent at the Pico Mundo Grill and rapturously in love with the most beautiful girl in the world, Stormy Llewellyn.
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    Episode 10: Odd Thomas and Miss Trixie December 05, 2006 Dean discusses BROTHER ODD; Odd's dog; Trixie Koontz, dog; and the fate of Elvis. 
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   My name is Odd Thomas, though in this age when fame is the altar at which most people worship, I am not sure why you should care who I am or that I exist. Read more  Through a mutual friend — the renowned mystery writer, P. Oswald Boone, the only acquaintance of mine who both weighs 400 pounds and has eleven fingers — I arranged to meet Odd Thomas in a back booth at the Pico Mundo Grille, in Pico Mundo, California, where he has worked as a short-order cook. I agreed in advance that I would not ask about his heroic actions at Green Moon Mall last year. He is embarrassed by the subject and does not consider himself a hero. When I arrived, he was drinking a cherry Coke and had taken the liberty of ordering one for me. OT: Or you could have a lemon Coke. I can get you one. DK: Cherry is fine. OT: I feel funny about this, sir. I'm afraid I've never read any of your novels. DK: Well, you're only twenty-one, and you've led a very full life. Not much time for reading. OT: Actually, I've had a lot of time for reading. I've just never tried any of yours. I thought they were about vampires, but Ozzie tells me they aren't. DK: You don’t like vampire novels? OT: Vampires, werewolves… I don’t find that kind of story convincing. DK: Yet you see ghosts. OT: I see the lingering dead, yes. But that’s just between us, right? DK: Absolutely. OT: That’s a secret. Only a few friends know about it. DK: Your secret’s safe with me, son. OT: Ozzie says never trust a writer. DK: He’s a writer. Read more |
