I would have rather forgotten the scene. Beaconsfield-Outremont lay on the hot pavement of Park Avenue. His Lexington Red short shorts, being too tight, had ripped on impact. The ice cream that had been his companion moments before had landed on his face, strawberries nearby, as if arranged by Jackson Pollock. Here was a twisted… Continue reading Chapter XXXVIII – Or!
I am certain the seasoned reader is familiar with the expression descend into laughter. I believe I have used it on numerous occasions, and it is one of Ypres’s favourites. Well, it does not do justice to Cousin Andrew’s reaction to the news that part of Ypres’s plan was to organise a bachelorette party at… Continue reading Chapter XXIX – Descent Into Laughter
For someone who is a shriek recidivist, Madison can, at times, be inscrutable. One would think that such an audio inclined individual would broadcast all in the open. After all, in America, a person with such shrieks as Madison is often confined to morning shows. Madison had left a message to the effect that she… Continue reading Chapter XXI – Below 14th Street
