“Wait, wait! I want a ride!” Dr. Mouse didn’t *desire* to walk all the way from Southside to Northside through what he considered tough Midtown, Chinaville and all. Desire streetcar conductor Dennis Martennis spotted the important town figure just in the nick of time. SCREEEECH.
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“Drop me off at the Serapis Club, Dennis.”
“Another doctor meeting?” pried Dennis, known for such things. Few joys in being a lifetime streetcar driver in Cass City and knowing a lot of gossip/dirt about the place was one of ’em.
“Finished with the other doctors, Dennis. Just having dinner with myself tonight. Afterwards: me and Victoria and a couple of stiff drinks at the bar.”
“Nice. So you two are , erm, dating? I mean, there’s rumors in town. Just stuff you hear, mind you. Like, aherm, you created her for that purpose.” He slowed down for a rat crossing the rails. Whoops, there’s another one. And another — must be a family. Or a pack. He’ll named them Frank, Dean and Sammy, ha. Kind of dirty but also kind of cute. Kind of like him, he realized. He’s sort of giant rat himself.
During all this, Dr. Mouse kept silent, not wanting to reveal too much. He was indeed tinkering with Victoria for a reason, but what Dennis was thinking wasn’t it. Not really. He looked down at the cerulean blue paint stain still on his Ralph Lauren dress pants, knowing it was almost over.
(to be continued)
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