The lighting at Miss Bella’s house was little and low again
tonight, which had me assuming they were all out – and that’s a problem (I’ll
explain why in a minute.) But then I saw a dark figure skip quickly down the
stairs just as I was passing the appropriate window, so either the house has a
ghost or there was somebody at home. I chose to assume the latter and passed
upon my merry way with lighter step.
Where does he get this
crap from?
Dunno. I always assumed
it was you.
Really? I always
assumed it was you.
So anyway, if the parental personas will shut the f*** up
for a minute, here’s why it’s a problem:
I’ve become extremely fond of Miss Bella (which is pretty
rare for me - no, very rare,) but
Miss B is strictly an infrequent and diurnal experience. So one of the benefits
of walking past her house every night is that it goes a little way to extending
that experience, albeit in a unilateral and fantastical sort of way. If she isn’t
at home, therefore, it sort of messes up my cunning plan. And having one’s
cunning plan messed up is little short of devastating.
Got it now?
Another cunning plan coming up later.
Another cunning plan coming up later.
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