Stuck on Chaos
Copyright© 2018 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 6
The party we went to was not the party planned by Adams. In the first place, he was expecting just we two. What he got was all of us. There was a bit of confusion at the door ... and the huge table was set for three, the chairs grouped cosily at the far end. David seated me but took his time seating himself. The fancy dress sword hindered his seating.
Adams suggested that David divest himself, “Wouldn’t you be more comfortable without that?”
“It would be intolerably uncomfortable without it.”
Adams shrugged. Once David was seated he would have a hard time removing the sidearm. Adams foresaw that event ... he planned for it.
“I don’t serve servants,” he said, nodding to the fully armed crew.
“You’re not ... these are my partners,” I informed him, “Whither I go, they go.” I got up and made as if to leave.
“Oh, suit yourself.” He motioned the crew. “Fetch chairs from the sidewall.”
They fetched.
Adams smiled and clapped his hands. A serving girl approached with wine.
Gloria Sculptor was a vision of loveliness.
And David ... yes ... my David ... That David ... stood up and said, “Gloria Sculptor of Cassandra, I am Hero David and I am here to rescue you.”
Adams Faxon grinned. “Thought so,” he said. The place was instantly occupied by forty or so warehousemen.
“David ... you are an idiot,” I said.
“Grace ... butt out. It’s the honorable thing to do,” he said.
“I guess,” I said.
Faxon was grinning like an loon when he reached for me.
I have been operating under the opinion that most bad guys are in it for the money. Faxon was in it for the sex ... and prestige.
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