Ah, Aren’t You the Clever Nephew
: smart assassins- little Eskimo girls
- go around all day long with a harp
- “You’ll be playing an elderly butler.”
- I’m not a fan of things that obscure the female body
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“Ah, aren’t you the clever nephew,” the Mizzenpriestess — our aunt Xylona — said to Jason. I let the misunderstanding pass. She went on, “That’s just what we need right now: smart assassins.”
“Which is he?” I asked. “A nephew, or an assassin?”
“Why can’t I be both?” Jason complained.
Xylona pursed her lips and squinted at me. “We don’t need smart-asses; I said smart assassins.” Then she winked, her left eye becoming momentarily twice as squinty. “Now, why hasn’t John come out yet? The plane’s all gassed up.”
“You’re the pilot?” Jason asked. “Can you get us off this rock?”
“Darling nephew, I can fly you to the place where little Eskimo girls go around all day long with a harp.”
“Why not a harp seal?” I couldn’t stop myself from asking.
She gave me another borderline scowl. “You’ll be playing an elderly butler.” Then she smiled. “If they even let you join their band. Now tell John to stop clowning around in that hut and let’s go.”
I noticed that Tessa was also unaccounted for, so I nominated myself to return to the hut and see what was going on. Tessa was still up on her rafter, with Jove jumping around trying to catch her in a way that filled me with the desire to give him back his jodhpurs. As for John, he was becoming better acquainted with Carla.
I’m not a fan of things that obscure the female body, and John’s derriere was proving to be no exception.
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