“Oh I want *something*.” They’d walked right past the haircut place without speaking. Arthur knew better now. And the tattoo parlor didn’t offer a temptation any longer. That was yesterday’s story — sorry; forgot to record. So today — tonight — was the next store up, but nothing seemed to be for sale; all a jumble.”
*This*,” she decided despite the seeming lack of ability to purchase, which Arthur then pointed out again. “This,” she reinforced. “We can find the original creator. Not your bitch,” she read. “Not yet.” The neon cat in the moon seemed to be staring at it too, convincing her. She just had a dream about one.
“How about the fingers making the heart over there,” Arthur tested.
“Nah. Lame. *Gushy*.”
“Hmm.” He’d been uttering that a lot during their, was it a vacation? I guess it had to be. Or a second honeymoon after renewing their wedding vows. Edward might clarify. If we could find him.
“Ahh, got it,” she then said after checking. “All this stuff is by the same creator.”
“Hmm.”
“Just stop it. We’ll have to come back when it’s set up.”
“Just what I was thinking.”
“Next store up?”
He looked at his watch. “Not until tomorrow.”
“Oh *phooey*.”
Sunklands 