#5

“You don’t know where it is, do you? she asked.

”Of course I do. It’s well hidden,” trying to look confident in what I was saying.

Her look was that of doubt, then she said, “Well, what will it be...either way is fine for me.”

Now We’re Here
Rap-rap, rap, rap-rap... someone was at the door. I walked over to the desk and turned on the small utilitarian lamp with the smokeable nicotine stained shade. ”Were you expecting someone?” I asked, lifting my left eyebrow in a gesture of suspicion. Again came the raps but more intense this time.

“Just a minute,” I yelled, “I’ve got to powder my nose.” At the same time looking at Powder’s face to try to read her posture.

I asked her again, ”Who is it?”

She laughed and said loudly, “Who could it be?”

There was a moment of silence then, “It’s me.”

Powder went to the door, unlocked it and opened it.

“Come on in Clops,” she said.

Clops had an upgrade and looked much better now that he wore a black eye patch over his gimped eyeless socket and his fingernails were polished with shiny red polish giving his stubby fingers an illusionary longness...even though the dead give-a-way were his bushy nostril hairs that were tangled in his moustache.