Gaius and Victor were inside the bakery at the front of the queue. Victor often found himself at the front of a queue. No one felt comfortable with the local policeman standing behind them.
Gaius was defending Sweezus.
You see, said Gaius, if it's all in the timing, then I shall attest that you thought he was innocent BEFORE he escaped from the back seat of the police car, and BEFORE you lost the evidence.
What? said Victor, not quite following.
What would you like, Victor? asked the girl behind the counter.
A vegetable pasty and a custard berliner, said Victor. Thanks.
You said it, said Gaius. I heard you.
And you? asked the girl.
Pardon? Oh, I'll have the same, said Gaius.
I've got his shorts, said Victor. And his bike.
Gaius gave up, and decided to try for Plan B.
Belle et Bonne came in.
Keep Victor talking, she whispered. Sweezus is here.
Tell him to escape on my bike, said Gaius.
Brilliant plan , said Belle et Bonne.
......
Sweezus was sitting outside at a table in the shade with the twins.
Tweet tweet, said Catherine. We're penguins. Let's eat a pie!
Tweet tweet! said Sweezus, half-heartedly.
Sweezus, said Belle et Bonne. Gaius says to escape on his bicycle.
No, said Sweezus. I'm staying. I've decided to be more like Frog.
Frog? said Jean. Rrriddip!
No, said Sweezus. Not that sort of frog.
Victor and Gaius came out with their warm paper bags.
Victor, said Sweezus. I'm not guilty of anything. This has all been a fiction. Do you not understand?
Of course I understand, said Victor. You can go. But those shorts must not leave Victor Harbor.
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Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Friday, August 13, 2010
Lucky!
It was Friday the thirteenth. I didn't even think about it being unlucky. That was lucky.
I walked in to the city, forgetting that Chapel Street was blocked by roadworks. That was unlucky. I was about to backtrack, when I saw there was a pathway for pedestrians. That was lucky. Passing the diggings, I remembered I once wanted to be an archaeologist. There was nothing much to see though, but a broken pipe. It made me think I wouldn't want to be an archaeologist in Kent Town.
Mum and I circled the entire food hall and couldn't decide what to eat. Time was passing so we went to Michel's Patisserie, because it was the nearest. I ordered a vegetable pasty and she ordered a cheese and bacon triangle. Mine looked very ordinary on the outside. When I cut it open out popped two big green peas. You've no idea how much that made a difference.
During the Lunch Hour Concert, as the pianist played a soft poetic moving Fantasie of Schumann, a lady's mobile phone rang loudly. It rang four times before she found it in the bottom of her handbag. By then the pianist had stopped playing and the room was full of very bad vibrations. That was unlucky. At least it wasn't my phone, I always switch it off before the concert. No one calls me on it, anyway, at lunchtime.
Before dinner I went into the lounge to close the curtains. Above the curtain track I saw a huge Huntsman spider on the wall. I stared at him for ages wondering what to do. There's a spare bed in the lounge and you wouldn't want a Huntsman on the loose if you were in it. I whacked it hard with the head of a broom. Instead of falling to the floor and running at the speed of light to a hiding place from which to plot revenge, it dropped down dead immediately, and formed a tiny ball. I whacked it many times until its legs fell off.
I walked in to the city, forgetting that Chapel Street was blocked by roadworks. That was unlucky. I was about to backtrack, when I saw there was a pathway for pedestrians. That was lucky. Passing the diggings, I remembered I once wanted to be an archaeologist. There was nothing much to see though, but a broken pipe. It made me think I wouldn't want to be an archaeologist in Kent Town.
Mum and I circled the entire food hall and couldn't decide what to eat. Time was passing so we went to Michel's Patisserie, because it was the nearest. I ordered a vegetable pasty and she ordered a cheese and bacon triangle. Mine looked very ordinary on the outside. When I cut it open out popped two big green peas. You've no idea how much that made a difference.
During the Lunch Hour Concert, as the pianist played a soft poetic moving Fantasie of Schumann, a lady's mobile phone rang loudly. It rang four times before she found it in the bottom of her handbag. By then the pianist had stopped playing and the room was full of very bad vibrations. That was unlucky. At least it wasn't my phone, I always switch it off before the concert. No one calls me on it, anyway, at lunchtime.
Before dinner I went into the lounge to close the curtains. Above the curtain track I saw a huge Huntsman spider on the wall. I stared at him for ages wondering what to do. There's a spare bed in the lounge and you wouldn't want a Huntsman on the loose if you were in it. I whacked it hard with the head of a broom. Instead of falling to the floor and running at the speed of light to a hiding place from which to plot revenge, it dropped down dead immediately, and formed a tiny ball. I whacked it many times until its legs fell off.
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