Alf chose the light teal Trilby.
“That’s a bit off isn’t it?” asked Biggs.
“A Trilby and not a Stetson. People might talk.”
“I hope they do. I want to set a new trend.”
He flung his cravat around his shoulders and closed the door behind him, “Shall we go?”
“Fashionista.”
“That sounds too much like Fascist.”
“The Fascists were fashionista’s weren’t they?”
They both got back into the taxi, “The Main Library please driver,” asked Biggs.
The driver set off in the direction of the library.
Trelainne mopped her brow with the sleeve of her uniform, “I’m a stupid princess!” she mumbled to herself with the accent on princess and not on stupid.
“Hi doll,” said the chef, “are you the new washer upper?”
“I’m only a temp. What happened to the one who’s supposed to be here?”
“She’s poorly today.”
“There’s a waitress missing as well?”
“Yeah that’s funny, she was around at lunch time and then just disappeared.”
“That’s strange, I wonder where she went?”
“Are you a detective or something?” he smiled, “all the questions.”
“Er, I am just inquisitive, always have been.”
“Or really nosey,” he said as he filled a pan with water at the other sink.
“Do you want that pan on your head?” she said as she put her hands on her hips.
“No, it won’t go with the uniform.”
YOU ARE READING
The Detective One
Science FictionThe Fifth book in the Arth Series. Arthur and the rest are cooped up in the cowboy/detective dimension. Mr. White-not-Black has been murdered and they must find the culprit. Yes it is supposed to be funny.
