Knowing Madison, in the manner one knows of a casual acquaintance who keeps popping up at the same Austrian operas over the years, I was confident she had left the flat for Park Avenue. As it now stood, she was probably skipping her way merely down the thoroughfare as the ladies of the social aristocracy… Continue reading Chapter XXXVII – Park Avenue!
My “how”, delivered with convincing aplomb, lingered in the hot summer air. We had both, after Madison’s mad dash to the street, resumed our seated positions opposite one another. Ypres adopted her postgraduate stance. She was in her element. The lecture would commence, and the isms would no doubt pepper the disquisition. The daylight came… Continue reading Chapter XXXVI – Ypres Reveals All: Part II
Of course, when one is caught in broad daylight trying to dislodge one’s underwear, one’s cheeks turn crimson. As to the cheeks I am referring to, being a lady with property in Mayfair, I leave it to the imagination of my readers to determine. I do not have anything against Montrealers. It is simply that… Continue reading Chapter XII – The Return of Beaconsfield-Outremont
I was shocked. I was utterly bamboozled. I was firmly perplexed. Yet, above all, I was drenched in water from head to toe. My only consolation was that water had been the liquid of choice. Ypres had thrown a water balloon at me with the casual ease of a lobster on an afternoon stroll. Words… Continue reading Summer Short Shorts: A Vasa and Ypres Adventure – Part III
“What do you think, Ypres?” Ypres stood as would an unambitious crustacean. Her face was all placid resolve. There was tension in the air, but she did not budge a muscle. She did not even release a disguised squint. The kind one sees at parties to signal a need for rescue from an insurance salesman.… Continue reading Summer Short Shorts: A Vasa and Ypres Adventure – Part I