Because one of you wrote to Roz: It has been a really l-o-o-o-ong wait, though, you know, and another stolen chapter geting posted wouldn’t really be a catastrophe, would it?
High-five from the DWD! 😀
So let’s find out if my thievery leads to catastrophe or not. I’m thinking not, but you never frickin’ know. If you don’t hear from me again, get Laura on it.
The Red Queen had barely left the building when scouts of the boyish persuasion infiltrated the place. Doubting there was a merit badge for identifying eight Dykes Who Dare in their unnatural habitat, we bailed and took up unruly residence outside.
With a pointing finger, Susan suggested, “How about we go to the little park across the street and figure this out?”
“We can’t,” I said. “If we have to move as a pawn, we can only go forward.”
“This is going to be a long weekend.”
“Remind me again why we let them do this to us.”
Impatiently flicking her wrist, Laura said, “There are benches on the side of the building. Let’s go there.”
Just then, a bus pulled away from the curb, and through a cloud of stinky exhaust, we followed Laura. As soon as we rounded the building and saw the benches, we hightailed it. We claimed two that faced each other, a mud-puddled sidewalk between. We all put forearms to thighs and leaned in to consult.
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