Casper Milquetoast's Cousin, Walter Mitty (page 9)

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Pie will soothe the savage b[r]east ...

LOL.

Did someonemention The Catbird Seat?

One of my favorite sister's favorite.

Sylvia

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Dear Beks:

Please give me a new line to work with so we can both outdo ourselves!

Thanks.

CoCo

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Walter!!! What have you done??? Where are all the shells? You didn't even eat the walnuts boy, why shell them???!!!! Where is your head?

BabaYaga

Ah, Dearest CoCo!!!

I am so very glad you have found your way "home"!

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Beks:

Take your time - we've lasted these last 8 months ...

I'll need time, too, to hone my quills.

CoCo

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Hi, dear Baba!

Yes, home again, home again....

Love,

CoCo

Detective Walter M. Friday - able, determined, gritty - lurched out the grime-stained door bearing his name, not bothering to lock up the dingy office he called headquarters and home, the tiny walled-in box hunkered down in just another sad and typically squalid ghetto of his beloved City by the Bay. Feel the enwrapping fog, hear the muffled neighborhood screams and cries, disappear into nothingness ...

Not one to spill his guts or lavish affection indiscreetly, yet this rudely handsome loner, Detective Friday, harbored a hidden, smoldering passion for his life's love - his work - no concern for his person or ravages of the heart, ever certain to lie in a path not yet trod.

Lola ... Lola: his newest client. Lola Fanfarre, was herself all too smoldering and unnecessarily voluptuous a desperate woman ... desperate to find the man she loves....

(to be continued)

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The gumshoe loved a good and healthy sleuthing, but what Miss Fanfarre had related to him over the phone minutes earlier had him Dumfounded with an uppercase D.

Shaken but not stirred, given the elements of consternation whipping her emotions with a swizzle stick, Lola - beautiful, gorgeous, adorable Lola - was still in that lone phone booth on The Embarcadero when Detective Friday spotted her there, steaming up the glass walls. And his eyeglasses.

Her slumping back toward him, he approached the booth slowly, observing with the eyes of a seasoned agent of the law that the back of one of Lola's hands was wiping tears from her violet eyes, the other clutching the Don Ameche, its wailing loud and clear its wish to be hung up. He cleared his throat gently to capture her attention, she turned without a start as though she surely knew it were he, and then she smiled that red slash of ruby red and sensuous, pouty lips.

"Hi," Lola Fanfarre purred.

Casper Milquetoast's Cousin, Walter Mitty

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