war's strategy, map reading, signals to the front, this is the first time I've been held at gun point. Suppose it's better than being lonely. I wish folks' Christmas greetings would come from the heart. Take my time reading this invitation.
Al Moygrain Diltor Cranzgot
AT HOME
12:01 A.M., 7 Eel Street
Explosive Gala Gangbang
To be followed by the mixed racial with
serum available for allergies.
R.S.V.P. Sports apparel please
"Just a strongly flavoured invitation Miss Martin."
"You disappear every afternoon/'
"Miss Martin, please. I don't ask you where you go."
"Because I'm stuck alone in this gloomy dump and you don't care."
"I do care, very much. I don't want to see you unhappy."
"You see me underpaid, so how could you care if I'm happy."
"I'll review your salary. Anytime. Make a memo right now, if you put down the gun. The way I'm dressed, to fall mortally wounded. The papers would be full of it."
"I'm the one who should worry. You'll be dead."
"O dear."
"This gun is pointing at the biggest chamber of your heart."
"What sort of a raise do you want. Pension. Anything. Mention it."
"Just keep talking."
"I'd like to."
"Make it good."
"You mustn't get the idea I'm made of money, Miss Martin."
"You're buying an armoured car."
"As I've said, considering the present situation. It's reasonable enough. Now please. There are just the two of us here. Put the gun down. We'll go out of this wretched room, cross over to the bun and coffee shop. Sit over a nut ring, or doughnuts, whichever you prefer."
"O boy. I'll bet."
"It's true. I'm moving office again. Is that what you're thinking. That I was beating it."
"I'm going to have a baby."
"If it's me—"
"I'm going to shoot you. Right now."
"Jesus don't."
"I knew you'd rat."
"Hold it."
"You're a rat."
"Behind you Miss Martin. Is an apparition. I can see it. Hold fire. Just let me enjoy this vision before you shoot. Full of all the colors of the rainbow. And a mist, a light gentle rain. Like tiny tears that maybe an insect might cry. Just another ten seconds. Then shoot. After this, I want to go. Pray for me. I haven't got much religion but I believe. I'll just get down on my knees here for a moment."
"Why don't you die like a man."
"I will but please just look the other way. I would like this few seconds to be private. Don't want you to remember me as if I were begging. Please, don't watch me praying like this. As a final wish. Burn all the files. Sue my estate so you won't be without. Be blood for a blood test. Any reasonable judge will award enough for you and the little one. Now turn away. Cough before you shoot, I need an advance signal before I meet my maker. He lives on a hill for miles around with buttercups sprinkled in the green. According to a recent remark in this apparition."
George Smith slowly bowing his unkempt head. Pink tails of his shirt lightly touching the greyish sycamore floor. Which I only notice now is from my second favourite tree. Not even time to put on a tie. It's going to be wild in Renown. Simply wild. Bonniface and Mr. Mystery will be there, one leading the other. A dog always looks good at a funeral. Wagging his tail, sorry to see me go. As I'm lowered into the crypt. I've got to lunge for her. At least get the charge reduced to manslaughter. He tried to kill me when I told him I was pregnant, your honor. So amusing I should still want everything to look good, even in court. I'm proud Miss Martin should want to shoot me like this. Shows she cares. I would turn rat. I have excuses. Can't go into them now, but always good things to have. What did I do with my bag of dough. Brace my toes, just find a little purchase for them. The Game Club at least has kept me in trim. I won't look bad laid out on the slab. Music now would help. Going over the top into the big circus on the other side. Shake hands in heaven. With the biggest wheeler dealer of them all. In Miss Martin's belly the tiniest heart is ticking. Later little legs will kick. George Junior. Miss Martin if only you could have looked upon it as a present. Which you give back to me. Instead of this firearms. Ready now. To hop into eternity flexing at least two joints. As I dive the bullet will into the back