“We Need to Get Out of Here”
It’s a Rolex- silver-haired thief
- what I get for respecting vocations
- small jar of nutmeg in the nightstand
- looked like steak tartar
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“We need to get out of here,” I said. “Change into something less conspicuous than that wedding dress.”
I crossed to the closet and opened it, but it was empty. Likewise the dresser drawers. The only thing I found in the whole room was a long filmy scarf with a gaudy gold men’s watch wrapped up inside.
“It’s a Rolex,” Tessa explained. “I stole it from a silver-haired thief who in turn stole it from my husband-to-be. The thief was very cross with me. He said that he would never dream of stealing from another thief, but, quote, that’s what I get for respecting vocations, unquote.” She smiled. “I reminded him that there’s no honor among thieves, and bid him farewell. I want to sell it to finance my escape from from my fiancé.”
She unzipped her wedding dress and let it fall to the floor, then wrapped herself in the scarf. It was adequate to cover her undergarments, but not much more. She strapped the clunky watch to her wrist.
“Hand me that small jar of nutmeg in the nightstand drawer,” she said.
I did, and she rubbed in on her cheeks like blush until they smelled like cookies and looked like steak tartar.
“No one will recognize me now!” she enthused.
“Be careful with that nutmeg,” I warned. “Too much can cause hallucinations.”
“I know!” she giggled. “Why do you think I keep it in the nightstand?”
If my suspicions were correct about who she was meant to marry, I couldn’t even blame her. That guy was such a dick.
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