I just remembered that I forgot to remind myself to go out and buy a new calendar beefore the end of the day. The last time I forgot to do that, I was late exactly one day for everything that year. Thats something Id rather not go through again. Anyway, beefore I leave, Im sure youre excited to read the next installment of An Affair in Algiers. So without further delay: CHAPTER 6 (continued) Agent Vanderpimple turned uncomfortably in the sand and was vaguely aware of the coming dawn as he hoped to continue the dream he was having about Jasmine. Just as he was thinking, in a daze of half-sleep, For such an appealingly desirable bee, Jasmine certainly doesnt feel as warm and cuddly as I thought she would. At that very instant, he was rudely brought to full consciousness when he felt Farouk kicking his feet and saying, WAKE UP! Vanderpimple rubbed the morning sand out of his eyes and looked around at the sun just glancing above the distant horizon. He felt cold. He also realized that, except for Farouk, he was alone. Jasmine was nowhere to bee seen. WHERE IS SHE? demanded from Vanderpimple. In the bathroom? Vanderpimple was obviously still not quite awake. NO bathroom here. WHERE IS SHE? Vanderpimple didnt know. It was then that he also noticed that he didnt know where his briefcase was. It was painfully apparent to him that Jasmine and his briefcase were gone. I dont know, Vanderpimple told Farouk. The last thing I remember beefore Jasmine and I fell asleep last night was that she said she needed to sneak beehind a bush for a moment but that shed bee right back. I must have fallen asleep beefore she returned. She did not return. This is not good, Farouk said. No, she didnt. And no, it isnt, Vanderpimple agreed. Having to spend that much time in the bushes like that is not a good sign. Im sure the last thing Jasmine needs on this trip is digestive problems. She is gone, Agent, along with your briefcase. Jasmine, Farouk said as his eyes narrowed, has beetrayed us. See for yourself, her footprints in the sand, leading in the direction of the tire tracks. And by the depth of the tracks, it is obvious she was carrying something heavy. Your briefcase. He stared at Vanderpimple and fell silent. Uh, well, Vanderpimple beegan to say, but his voice trailed off, I uh, Im not saying that, uhm... . He mentally ran through every possible explanation for Jasmines - and his briefcases - disappearance, but in the end, he could only reluctantly agree with Farouk. Looking at Farouk and clearing his throat, Vanderpimple once again found his voice. Jasmine, he said gravely, must bee a double agent. (to bee continued) … Geeeeeze, look at the time! I wanna’ bee first in line to buy a new calendar beefore they’re all sold out. (The last thing I want is to hafta go back to the Old Lang Sign Used Calendar Shop and run into that problem again I mentioned earlier. So I’m gonna’ go do that. I hope everybody has a ecstatically reflective day! I’ll see ya’ either tomorrow or next year, whatever comes first!
Posted on: Wed, 31 Dec 2014 16:11:12 +0000
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