I Played the Blurry Surveillance Tape Once Again
blurry surveillance tape- discovering who they are
- “Look, Esmerelda!” she whispered.
- eye contact during a fingerbang
- unsettling history with women
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I played the blurry surveillance tape once again, studying the individuals with my father in hopes of discovering who they are.
The bartender watched over my shoulder. “Look, Esmerelda!” she whispered.
She was right. Leading the group up the zeppelin’s umbilical ramp was my brother Jim’s wife, Esmerelda, UnderDuchess of Svenborgia — a woman my father once assured me demanded unblinking eye contact during a fingerbang.
The more I tell you of my story, the more clear it becomes that every person in my family has an unsettling history with women.
But how did the bartender know who Esmerelda was? How did she know anything of this?
“Who are you?” I asked, readying myself for a fight.
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