“Sorry, I know really, he grabbed a…”
“Few winks?”
“Yes.”
“More than he could hold?”
“Yes yes, you must be taking Sid pills as well.”
They both laughed. After they had calmed down dear, Lee continued, “At the Ballroom Blitz he danced with Mrs. Black-not White…”
“I wouldn’t have thought he would have danced with her. They are as different as chalk and cheese.”
“Or white and black.”
“Or black and white.”
“Anyway from what we could glean from the band leader they were talking about an upcoming charity ball held on behalf of the homeless people living under the bridge and run by the DA.”
“That sounds like the DA is a good upstanding member of society.”
“Either that or he is going to skim the proceeds before the bridge dwellers get any of it.”
“That’s a band isn’t it?”
“What?”
“The Bridge Dwellers?”
“Not one I’ve ever heard of, but then again I don’t really listen to secular music.”
“What a liar. I’ve seen your Cliff Richard CD.”
“He’s a Christian!”
“He may be but it was his rock n roll hits. That’s not very Christian.”
“I can’t believe you are nit picking.”
“I can’t believe you are lying, you must be being affected by the general deceitfulness of this city.”
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.
