Saturday, July 16, 2022
You’ve reached The Armadillo Files… the serial is hopping toward its conclusion. If you’re wondering what’s next, please take a look at my previous post. I put out a call to photographers and artists. You might want to participate.
Random Reader Things
New Mexico’s Tim Price and I have been following each other since almost the beginning of my blogging days. Tim’s “three things” added fun to this new episode. Those things are: rotary phone, S&H Green Stamps, and adding machine.
Previously in The Armadillo Files
When Dilly and Fang “landed” in a cave in tenth century Bagdad, they ran afoul of Ali Baba’s wicked brother, Cassim. He and a traitor who works with the evil organization, Tumult, will try to sell the Calutron Girls into slavery, if our heroes don’t stop them.
Fang and Sesame went looking for the furry weasel that stole the timey-wimey bobble that was supposed to slow down Dilly’s transformation… into some unknown critter. Then Sesame came back with a brunette (who should have been familiar) instead of Fang.
If you need to refresh your memory, you can always find all the past chapters by going to the categories on the right side of the screen. Click on Armadillo Files.
31 — What’s her name?
Admittedly, it was selfish of me. I was glad to see Sesame safe and well. However, the first words that burst out of my mouth didn’t make it seem true.
“Where’s Fang?” I asked, tucking a wayward strand of hair behind my ear.
Ali Baba took a step closer to me. She lifted her hand as if she meant to touch my ear. Tilting her head, she inspected my other ear. I could have sworn she murmured something about “longer.” However, my attention was on Sesame.
Sesame heaved a sigh that could have brought down a mountain. The brown ferret, Musa, hurriedly ran down from her head and on down her leg. He scampered over to Ali Baba, which probably seemed safer.
“Alas, my habibi never made his way to me,” Sesame cried — literally.
Tears ran down the face of the giantess. Ali hopped onto a crate and stood there to put a comforting arm around her shoulders.
I was so concerned about Fang that the brunette didn’t come into my thoughts until she asked a question.
“Is there a phone I could use, please,” she asked with an apprehensive look around the cave. “Or could someone take me to one? I knew some foreign countries were backward as far as modern conveniences, but I haven’t seen a telephone since I woke up here. Not a rotary phone, or a phone booth, or even an old-fashioned candlestick phone…” her voice trailed off as she continued to look around in confusion.
Only then did I take in her victory rolls hairdo. That was a 1940s fashion. The woman was in such a disheveled state that I barely recognized her. She was Marie Browning, Harry Morgan’s missing girlfriend! She was also a dorm mother for some of the Calutron Girls.
With that realization, Ali’s curious examination of my ears was completely forgotten.
“Marie!” I exclaimed to the woman’s shock, as she had never met me. “Sesame, you must be a genius. How did you find her?”
“It required no great feat of intellect,” the very tall woman began and held up an empty coin purse. “I learned which slaver had the young women. Then I convinced him to sell this one before the auction. He would not sell the young ones. His greed makes him want the auction block for them.”
Musa started chittering. The ferret darted away. A moment later he dived into an open crate. He looked quite pleased with himself when he ran back, with a long green ribbon trailing behind him. Although I saw that it was not a ribbon, but unrolled S&H Green Stamps.
Marie Browning watched the ferret in bleary-eyed fascination. I could tell that she had been drugged. It was important that the woman get her wits about her. Looking at her expression, I thought that she was struggling hard to do just that.
“Musa, you are most keen. However, the auction will not accept these as payment,” Ali said, taking the stamps from the ferret and petting him.
The wooden box, which produced the facial recognition image that Ali had called a hologram, began to make a sound that reminded me of an adding machine. A moment later it spat a printed copy of the information the mechanical voice had spoken regarding Klaude Frucht. He had betrayed the Manhattan Project and later went to work for Prime’s nemesis, Tumult.
“That’s the man who brought us here!” Marie exclaimed in amazement at the hologram.
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I’m not sure which one I’m more worried about, Dilly or Fang. Although, maybe what I should really be concerned about is Klaude Frucht, or Tumult… or both.
Next weekend the three random reader things drive “Episode 32 — Who would do that?” They are brothel, toilet paper, and B-29, from Pete Springer. Tune in next time. Hugs on the wing!
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