The Disorderly Sisterhood of Those that have Less than Average to do on Friday Afternoons were one Red short of a bridge four. Doubles tennis was also a non-starter. As was performing in a Beatles tribute band. Red was missing in action in the sense that he was missing and there was no action. All things considered, a great deal of bad stuff had 'gone down', something that had the remaining members of The Disorderly Sisterhood well and truly flabbergasted. Or at least, Grey was truly flabbergasted. Dark Grey was well and truly flabbergasted. And Light Grey was just a bit flabbered. And yet they all had to admit it was a good deal of bad stuff, a great deal, the best deal ever. And it wasn’t the lack of cross court back hand volleys or the opening riff of 'Get Back' that made the deal great because, in truth, bridge, tennis or Beatles songs had never been a meaningful activity in the book depository. But to have the possibility removed from their book of choices was rude at the least and downright unconstitutional at best. They demanded the right to wear short shirts at Wimbledon and lose in the third set to two less attractive Russians. They fought for the right to do same sex karaoke to 'Back in the USSR' and 'Yellow Submarine'.
It was the thought that would have counted if counting had indeed been thought of.
Obviously the balance needed to be re-dressed.
Within 45 seconds of the vacancy light being lit above the old depository door, Polonium Stripe walked in and declared herself completely competent for fulfilling the requirements of the unique and taxing position that was on offer at the Sisterhood. Expert in none of the above mentioned activities requiring 4 individuals, her outstanding qualifications, indeed the thing that made her stand out as the major candidate for this unique opportunity was the combination of 3 award winning qualities. In no particular order, that of: being alive, the capacity to re-dress as often as was required and having more followers on Mutter than Fidel Castro. Obviously, no contest then.
Close to where the helicopter had landed the day before, auntie Koh was rearranging a new batch of titanium tipped paddles on her front decking. She had a different air about her. She’d finally finished reading ‘Delete Alt and Control’ by Doris Mutter. The chapter about the Friendly Fire and the Leaky Wick was especially entertaining. And now there was a hint of a Vietnamese smile. A subtle skip in her Vietnamese gait.
Auntie Koh did so very much like it when a plan came together.
to be continued......
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