We Accompanied Uncle Jinx
in harrowing detail- it would have caused bleeding
- an avid gambler
- (Perhaps typewriters
- But if she told Mrs. Dunne about the toothbrush
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We accompanied Uncle Jinx to the church basement, where it seemed he was now living. Jason had been installed as a priest in order to keep a lookout for enemies who might infiltrate the congregation. Lyudmila tried to ask him about the ninja pirate splinter cell, but he hung his head and made no reply. At least now she knew which of us was which.
Sitting on the aquamarine faux-leather sectional, we sipped green tea while Jinx Damocles explained in harrowing detail how he lived through the plane crash and made his way out of the remote mountains, forced to barter his left arm for a ride in a cannibal’s canoe. Then his months of “rehabilitation” in the care of Ophelia Dunne, wife of a notorious dental hygienist and an avid gambler. Mr. Dunne provided him with floss and a toothbrush, of course, but the brush had brass bristles. Had he used it, it would have caused bleeding gums. Jinx confided in Stacy, the hygienist’s housekeeper, about his torments. But if she told Mrs. Dunne about the toothbrush, it came to nothing.
The hygienist used a label maker to punch out long, cryptic messages to his overseers. (Perhaps typewriters were deemed a security risk.) From a shelf on the wall, Jinx Damocles took down a bin labeled “kittens and spiders.” Removing the lid, he showed us that it contained a series of ever-smaller bins, nested like dolls. The second was labeled “musical turtles of electromagnetism.”
“Now that you’re here,” he summed up, “we can crack the code.”
This. This is why we can never get the writing cave organized.
I always knew there had to be a reason.
Your unseemly affection for Matryoshka storage bins is but the largest stumbling block.