Reply To: The Time-Dragglers’ Extravaganzas

Linda was mildly flattered by Sadie’s persistence to call her for help.

Sadie, you little demanding poppet, you remind me of a young Linda Pol she’d thought affectionately. Anyway, after all the excitement at the Merry Otter, returning to the usual boring program wasn’t looking like too much fun, and she wasn’t one to ignore the plea of a damsel in distress.

“Bugger that Sir Ed, tell the Network I’m extending my leave for a few days.”
On a second thought, she said “Tell them I’m sick, and if HR sends any comments, post them a picture of moi without make-up, that should get them scared enough to give me a full week to recover.”

With that, she went off to Sadie’s apartment, thanks to the information kindly provided by the unfailing ezapper.

It was already night when she arrived, and a light moisture was hanging in the air, gently cooling the summer heat.

“What? She’s left?” Linda had to roll her eyes to the news that the robotler gave her “Not even a word for me?” She bit her lip.