John Gave My Toes A Complex, Syncopated Snuffle
a pink checked pocket-handkerchief- the operation is undergone voluntarily
- but, baby, I don’t want to bore you
- reloaded at least twice
- because she was wearing a tiara
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John gave my toes a complex, syncopated snuffle until he sneezed. He produced a pink checked pocket-handkerchief, even though he had no pockets, and blew his nose.
Jason lisped, “I won’t bless you unless you get dressed. Aren’t there any clothes in that bag?”
Tessa giggled. “What, are you going to force him to put them on?”
“Ideally the operation is undergone voluntarily,” Jason replied. “He still has that option.”
I was still deciphering the message John had imparted via my feet. This code wasn’t from the Academy. It was our private channel, one we’d both hoped we’d never have to use.
Tessa grabbed John by the ankles and dragged him away from me. “You need to tell me your story,” she said to him. “Tell me how you ended up in there.”
He made the soiled kerchief disappear and said, “I would tell you everything, but, baby, I don’t want to bore you. It’s such a long story, you’d feel like you were staring at a blank screen waiting for a website that won’t come up even after you reloaded at least twice.”
I needed more time to work out the message he had given me, preferably while he kept Tessa and Jason distracted with his story. So I said, “You owe the lady some kind of explanation. All of us are curious, I’m sure.”
“Well,” he said, reaching into the duffle, “like all the best stories it begins with a woman. A woman I thought I could trust because she was wearing a tiara.”
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