Saturday, December 12, 2020
Welcome back, my chuckaboos! The moment of the winter solstice draws near. Yes winter is coming! It’s down to the wire for getting “Journey 1” of Dead of Winter ready for publication. If anyone is interested in helping, I’d greatly appreciate any reblog of the launch post, or any other way you want to help me share. Sorry, no exact date yet for when it will be released.
That said, this is a very short episode of The Delta Pearl. If you missed the riverboat last weekend, here’s the link to the previous chapter.
Random Reader Things
Onomatopoeic is this chapter’s random reader thing. It’s from Pat at e-Quips.
Previously on The Delta Pearl
If you missed the riverboat last weekend, here’s a link to the previous episode. When we left, the Dealer’s cat had something in his mouth.
The Delta Pearl
Chapter 59 — Growl
Image by Gellinger at Pixabay
Sir Reginald La Felin leapt from the Dealer’s shoulder. However, Jaspe had reflexes quick as any cat. He caught Reggie in midair.
“Come now, minou. What have you, Reggie? Don’t you be stubborn with me. Émeraude, see if you can pull whatever that is out of his mouth,” Jaspe said.
“What is minou?” Victor whispered.
“That’s the Dealer’s Cajun way of saying cat,” I answered softly.
“Oh! It’s onomatopoeic,” my inventor used an unfamiliar word and my brows knitted. “A word that imitates the natural sounds of a thing. Mee-noo sounds like a cat’s meow. Ha! Dash my wig — so does meow,” Victor added.
As I leaned closer to the cat, I could see a tiny corner of gold protruding from his mouth. When I put my hand near his mouth he growled possessively. Such behavior was unlike him. Reggie was an affectionate cat.
A whistle distracted me. It came from one of several speaking tubes at my reception station. I moved to answer it. A second whistle was followed by a woman’s voice.
“Opal! Are you alright?” I asked, putting my mouth to the bell-shaped end of the pipe.
“Yes, yes,” came her impatient voice. “I saw it was missing just as the Delta Pearl took a lurch. I was so distraught that I stumbled. Then I hit my head… but that’s not important. My Peridot is missing! It holds the key. We must find it!”
My suspicious gaze turned to the cat.
End Chapter 59
Balderdash… we still don’t know what the cat has in his mouth. And what is so important about a peridot? I got the impression that Émeraude thinks the cat has it… but if it were my cat she would have swallowed something as small as a gemstone…
In other news
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Be well, be happy, my chuckaboos.
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