In Which Introductions and Decisions are Made - Part 7

Squig felt his blood run cold as he looked over at Yvette.  She was giving them all what could only be described as le eye du stinque.  He could almost hear hissing now.  "So I leave you two imbeciles alone with an innocent kitten for five minutes and what do you discuss?  Skanky women and fornication that's what you discuss.  Oh yes, you also let her know that it's possible to climb up the side of a building like a bat."

The diatribe would be accompanied with a great deal of claw poking and ear pulling.  This was going to make it impossible for him to convince Trixie that he was now a responsible adult and not the layabout slacker he'd been back east.

 This was just perfect and he only had himself to blame.  He was the guilty one, because feeling sorry for Harlan  he'd allowed him to come along to meet the gang.  And what did he get for this good deed, a claw poking, ear pulling diatribe, that's what he got.

Now Dweezil on the other hand was completely relaxed.  He was not the one who had mentioned skanky women and fornication.  He, too, had been shocked and appalled,  shocked and appalled.  He'd stress that a few times.  And while he might have mentioned crawling up the building like a bat, he'd done so as a joke, never thinking that Annabelle would think it was possible.  He'd apologize profusely and the whole nasty business would be over in a few awkward minutes.

As for Harlan, he was mesmerized by vision of loveliness standing in front of them.  Yvette was wearing a red silk sheath dress which complemented her striking tuxedo coloring,  and the fact that she was furious only added a hint of spice to her sultry good looks.  Add to this that she had somehow managed to corral several railway employees to carry all of the family's luggage, only added to her incredible mystique.  

"Miss Yvette, mam,"  he said taking off his hat and with a flourish, and then bending over, dramatically bowed down. "It is a pleasure and honor to make your acquaintance."

"Oh be quiet and stand up.  You are looking quite ridiculous bent over like that,"  she hissed and turning to Annie, said, "Now who is it, petite, who has skanky ways?"

"Diane Tailer, " she answered looking up at her,  Do you know who she is?"


"As a matter of fact, I do."  Yvette said firmly, daring any of the to say one word. "She is your father's new head bartender."

TO BE CONTINUED