“Ground Zero, my friend,” spoke Philip over the music. “Ground Zero.”
Staring at the Jack Daniels whiskey bottle in front of him, Marion nodded.
“Over the Rainbow” and “On the Run” combined.
—–
That last track was simply beautiful, Tronesisia. It’s as if Judy Garland came back from the dead and took the mic again.”
“Thank you. My friends call me Sissy. Please. Call me Sissy.” She winked her robotic blue eye seductively at Philip Strevor. Then she did the same to Marion Harding seated beside him, except with the other eye. Two blue eyes.
“And your Pink Floyd rendition, Rocky. What can I say but wowzers. Wowzers! You both are so great.”
“We appreciate it,” chipped in bass voiced Rocky Rocco, who hasn’t been seen since way back in Collagesity novel 6. “I had an excellent teacher for that one.”
Tronesisa nodded in agreement. “Excellent indeed.”
Rocky leans over and pats Tronesisia’s silver knee. “And you too, dear.”
Tronesisia suddenly gets a sad, faraway look in her eyes. “It is so, it is so.”
“Sooo… let’s get down to business.” Unglueing his gaze from the bottle still in front of him, Marion Harding opens the briefcase full of money.
“L$50,000,” said Philip without looking. “It’s all we have right now.”
“That will do,” returned Tronesisia.
“Yeah, that’ll do,” agreed Rocky quickly. Tronesisia and Rocky steal a winning glance at each other.
—–
“He’s in here.”
“God I hate spiders, Marion. You go first.”
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