resting place

“Well it’s a beautiful mausoleum they’ve built for Furry Karl, bless his soul.”

“Yes, Baker Blinker. Jacob I. and Broken Heart intuited the death in the near future and prepared.”

“So Karl was a member of the pirate’s guild. No wonder he was always looking over his shoulder!”

“And he never made peace with those woods, that tree.”

“And in the end, that kind of did him in,” she continued the thread. “He didn’t have enough information about them. Too scared to follow through with certain lines of investigation.”

“Like the existence of the two Lucky villages, the center of the second built on the circumference of the first.”

“Wop, wop, wop,” Baker Blinker illustrated with her chopping arm.

“Wop, wop, wop,” Baker Bloch echoed.

They both stood silent for a moment, taking in the atmosphere of the new interior. Baker Bloch then walked over to one of the other coffins inserted around the walls, a more modern looking one, like Karl’s.

“Terry over here, then, Baker Blinker,” he indicated. “Let’s hope this is the last death for an Audrey’s bartender in the foreseeable future.”

“Here’s to *that*,” Baker Blinker says while raising her strong German beer in the air and then taking a big gulp.

Wiping her mouth with her sleeve, she then makes a request.

“Sure,” Baker Bloch replies upon hearing it. “You might as well see how it fits.” She gives a thumbs up, changes, then enters.

“Marvelous, Baker Blinker. But the wall has turned yellow again.”

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