THE BAG MAN'S MARGARITA

THE BAG MAN'S MARGARITA
By: S. K. Hubba Ragnarsson
An Okaloosa Island Mystery Story
Author's Note
CHAPTER 1
Josef Fritz, Bar Owner of the Fritz Beached Boat Bar and Grill, shouted “Yo, Bobby O!” then clapped his hands together, threw back his head and cried out, “THANK YOU JESUS!”

Bobby stopped just inside the doorway that was cut through the side of the beached derelict Island Schooner's wood haul.

He looked around for the source of old Josef's distress.

But other than the Bar's five regular customers the place was empty.

“Thank you Jesus?” Bobby asked Josef.

“Well, OK, it's just that I just sent up a prayer for your speedy arrival. And there you are!” Josef stated, matter of factually. “The power of prayer, Bobby. The power of prayer.”

Bobby took the three steps it took to cover the distance from the beached boat's breached haul to the Bar top. “In fact, Jesus did tell me to hurry up over here.”

Josef shook his index finger at Bobby. “NO. He did not. For sure,” Josef asserted.

With his finger pointing up at what was the underside of the Schooner's top deck. “For sure JESUS did not talk to you. No. Jesus is much too busy taking care of my requests to spend even a moment contemplating your misdeeds. For sure.”

Bobby laughed as he nodded his head in agreement. “Too true, Josef. Too true.”

“OK. Now that JESUS has delivered you, we need a pitcher of your special Margaritas, quick like,” Josef fussed. “WE have got a party scheduled for the Deck,” he said, again pointing upward. “And they specifically asked for Bobby O's Margaritas.”