Chapter 31

Alice left on Friday after school. She Really smelled of HOT woman. I believe she had plans.

There was a falderal at the curb. A car was parked in our posted reserve ... a police car. The space was handy to the steps to Central Park. During the week the police often parked there.

Weekends were out ... the space was parking for delivery of dignitaries and party-goers ... there was always a party somewhere on the block on weekends. The routine was ‘curb, discharge, make way.’ Even with the paparazzi three minutes per arrival was usually sufficient.

The folderal was the stretch blocking the police car. The cops wouldn’t move ... so. Double parked.

“Hey! You can’t park here! Move it!”

A card in a wallet was presented.

“Immunité diplomatique.”

The stretch limo picking Alice up had a livered and capped driver ... a genuine chauffeur ... the real thing ... and oh so polite. He skipped up the steps knocked and waited.

“Miss Alice?” he inquired.

He was offered admittance, he tipped his hat and declined.

Charles ran down the steps and engaged the furious policeman in conversation.

A radio call to the Sergeant settled the argument ... no police parking on weekends.

Alice, a vision of sophisticated teen loveliness, appeared at the door. She carried a clutch and small leather bag. She was beaming!

Alice seated, the limo pulled away smoothly. The police abandoned and the waiting party-goers commenced. Taxis and limos disgorged and all was right with the world ... well ... except for the illegally parked cars up and down the street. Tow trucks removed their booty.

David and Jackie retired ... too much excitement.

At 2AM a tapping at their window began.

Groggy, Jackie shook David awake.

“There’s something at our window. Get up ... go see.”

“Why don’t you?”

“I’m the girl.”

“The girl with the magic hands.”

“Oh yeah ... I forgot.”

“I’ll go ... I’m the guy.”

“It’s Alice.”

“She’s in Atlantic City.”

The window opened. Only Alice could come in that window. No one else would fit.

“Alice ... you’re dripping. Is it raining? Jackie ... find Alice a towel ... maybe two.”

Physically dripping, mentally steaming, Alice was pissed.

Alice knew words in languages unknown to New Yorkers.

When she wound down Alice used the house intercommunication device. She called Charles.

“I’m in Jackie’s room. We need to talk.”

“Five minutes ... yes sir.”

David and Jackie, twins, asked, “Alice ... what’s going on?”

“Wait ... I only want to explain once.”

The house appeared ... everybody. Even mom ... We didn’t know she was home.

The inquisition began.