Chapter 16: Scotch and Skellingtons

 

I was lazing about, a few hours before having to leave for work. Sprawled across my bed, staring at the ceiling, I tried to decide how to get the hero of my novel out of a particularly sticky situation. I had put Andy down for her nap and the house was quiet. It was the perfect time for such a mental excursion. I finally decided that what my hero really needed was a tattoo of a great red dragon across his chest. I was contriving a way in which hero could acquire such a tattoo (and bust some heads in the process) when the phone rang. I lunged for the handset on the bed side table and caught it after the first ring. 

 

“Hello?”

 

I looked in on Andy to make sure that her sleep had not been disturbed. She looked up when I entered the room but quickly lost all interest and went back to sleep.

 

“Hi Pascal, It’s Amber,” said the voice on the other end.

 

“Hey, what’s up?”

 

“I was wondering, I know you don’t have to be at work for a while yet and I wanted to know if I could come over a bit early.  I have a few things I need to give to you.”

 

“Really?” I asked. I couldn’t imagine what she might have that she would need to give to me.

 

“Uh, sure, that’s not a problem” I told her. “Do you wanna come over for some lunch? I was just about whip up some bachelor chow.”

 

“That would be great.” 

I could tell she was excited but, for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out why. 

 

 

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