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Random Reader Things
Most of you are familiar with multi-talented author, Roberta Eaton Cheadle. She was inspired by the previous set of things when she left these. So, I held them in the wings until I could use the two sets consecutively. Robbie’s things are: wine glass, silk rose, and chocolate cake.
Previously in The Armadillo Files
Last time Ali Baba and Dilly found Fang. We assumed he went to rescue the Calutron Girls. However, it seems he disguised himself as a woman, in attempt to get into the place where the kidnapped young women were held. They found him on stage, at the auction block, in deep trouble of his own. Meanwhile Dilly has gotten “jumpy” in a very literal sense.
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33 — How much is that?
Ali Baba groaned at the antics on the stage. So did I. We looked at each other and shook our heads at the inevitability of the situation.
Fang must have sneaked into the place where the Calutron Girls were held. He probably tried to disguise himself as a woman to avoid notice. Then again, he was so fond of costumes that he may very well have simply tried on the outfit and got caught.
The auctioneer turned worriedly to the commotion on his stage. Sweat beaded his brow. I got the feeling it had been going on for some time. The man put shaking hands on a decanter and poured. He lifted a wine glass to his mouth and downed the contents.
The man holding Fang was as big as an ox. He had hauled the resisting Tatu Pinkerton over his shoulder to carry him. Although once at the auction block, his burden refused to be set down.
He repeatedly struggled to extract Fang from his shoulder. The man turned in circles with Fang clinging to his neck. I wasn’t quite sure how it happened, but suddenly Fang was upside down holding the brute’s ample waste. At one point, the smaller man rode on his back. The crowd of prospective buyers laughed uproariously. Finally, with one ham-handed grab, the man pulled the erstwhile pink fairy armadillo free and dropped him to the stage.
“As you see, we have a lively one,” the auctioneer began in a tone that suggested he was putting the most positive spin on things that he could. “Not so shapely, but to each his own. Am I right?”
Fang made an indignant noise at that insult to his pretend femininity. When the auctioneer motioned for the big man to turn Fang around so everyone could have a good look, Fang slapped his hand away and pulled free.
Fang strutted up to the end of the stage. He wriggled his bottom with such enthusiasm that I was afraid his armadillo tail would pop out. A veil covered his face. He had stuck a silk rose over one ear. When he made to remove his veil, the auctioneer suddenly stopped him, muttering about some things being best left to the imagination.
That elicited a “How rude!” from Fang. He sashayed away. Back at center stage, he propped one hand on a hip and gave a prissy giggle. However, the burly man turned him back when he tried to leave the stage. Fang almost got away with openly “sneaking” off that way.
“What is the first bid?” the auctioneer cried out over the sound of the crowd. “How much for this one?”
A roar like a raging bull split the air. The stage shook. It nearly collapsed when Sesame leapt onto it.
“You dare steal my habibi and try to make coin from your crime? My bid is that I do not break off your arm and beat you to death with it!” Sesame bellowed with contempt.
Startled by how loud her voice was, I sprang at least three feet straight into the air. Ali put a hand on my arm. She looked concerned… about me, not Fang.
“Try not to get emotional. It will speed up… um… things,” she told me, but I wasn’t paying attention.
The auctioneer hid behind a row of baskets. The burly assistant cringed. Bowing repeatedly, he crept backward.
Sesame scooped Fang up into her arms and strode away. No one dared interfere. Fang went limp. I thought he might have fainted.
“My poor dear one!” I heard Sesame coo just before she pounced from the stage. “I have chocolate cake. That will make you feel better.”
Feeling slightly off balance, I stumbled backward against a cart. I didn’t hit it very hard, but I muttered about the sharp pain. There was a sore spot at the base of my spine. The impact hurt.
I adjusted my veil and tucked my hair behind my ears. Both of my ears were extremely tender as well. Conversely, my legs felt quite strong.
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Holy Hannah! What a mess Fang has gotten into. And why is Dilly so jumpy… literally? Well, I think we know why, so I guess we should ask what she’s going to be…
Episode 34 — “Why do you have that?” features three things from Resa McConaghy at Graffiti Lux Art & More: Purple Heart, aerosol hairspray, 45 RPM record. Tune in next weekend to see where those things take the story. Will the things lead to a rescue? Hugs on the wing!
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