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  • #3970
    Jib
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      That’s funny, Roberto thought, a bunch of nonsense.
      “What’s that ?” asked Liz, her curiosity picked by the alluredness of a strand of words.
      “It just fall off your hat”, said the gardener. He looked at the woman, thinking about what Godfrey had told him. The sunlight certainly made her look radiant. He noticed that the red of her lips was the same as the red rose bush he was just taking care of.
      Liz took the paper.
      “Be careful, It’s sticky”, said Roberto.
      “Say something I don’t know, dear.” She tried to get rid of the paper, tearing it in several pieces in the process.
      “I wonder…” she began, “Finnley”, she called waiting for her help. She would certainly know. She had a habit of sticking her nose everywhere.

      #3954
      F LoveF Love
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        “Stop muttering, Godfrey. What are you not in the mood for?” She winked at him *lasciviously.

        Godfrey glared. “Stupid ignorant fool of a bossy boss and look at this will you!” He pointed dramatically at his letter. “A typo! He spelt my name Dear!

        LIz was unperturbed.

        “Well, I will tell you what I am in the mood for!”

        
She pirouetted around the recalcitrant Finnley who was still standing in the middle of the room and defiantly not making a start on **getting the cabbages.

        “Nick, nack, paddywack! I’m in the mood for LOOOOVE!” sang LIz loudly and tunelessy.

        Finnley grimaced and made a hasty exit.

        notation* trying to sexy things up for our readers.

        notation** being a euphemism for not writing a comment, of course.

        #3950
        F LoveF Love
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          “Get your own cabbages,” snarled Finnley rudely. Finnley was never at her best before mid afternoon, or indeed at any time of day, and she was mentally exhausted from her earlier attempt at politeness. “All this lovey-dovey stuff is making me want to puke.”

          #3945
          ÉricÉric
          Keymaster

            Liz looked at the fat dealer with a snicker “Oh, you’re still here talking nonsense Big G? Haven’t you got your cabbages already? The staff these days… FINNLEY!” she shouted to the gaping muttering maid. “Snap out of this silly trance, will you! Get the man his cabbages, and show those drug-dealing gentlemen out. Can’t be here all day with the cement to set, I have a wedding to plan now.”

            She turned at the window, looking for Godfrey who had temporarily left her, “what on Earth is he doing talking to that devilishly handsome fellow. Those rubberducks give me an idea for the wedding dress though. Golden yellow for the colour. With gorgeous yellow shoes. I’m feeling ages younger today… Oh, sweet love.”

            #3944
            Jib
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              “Badul is gender neutral”, said Big G, “It comes from ancient Rubbish where gender was pliable and mostly nonsensical”.
              “I wonder what that can possibly mean about the cousin”, muttered Finnley. She squinted and wondered what could be Liz’ ancient Rubbish name. They were cousin after all. Did they come from and ancient Rubbish family too? She was too polite to ask in that moment.

              #3942
              F LoveF Love
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                “I thought cousin Badul was a bloke,” muttered Finnley.

                #3939
                ÉricÉric
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                  Big G came to the rescue, as poor Finnley was visibly at a loss for words. Having her talking culinary delights was in itself a revelation as to her levels of stress.

                  “Liz, dear. I think your cousin Badul is going to invite us for her nth wedding. There always has been a sort of untold competition between the two of you, hasn’t it?”
                  “Godfey, don’t be silly. There hardly was ever a competition at all, to begin with. Now, be a dear and go fetch me a new husband.”

                  Godfrey had anticipated the unexpected again. His eyes were set on the window, where the shady and hunky enough window-cleaner was peering through, visibly interested by the whole play. With a little make-over, he would make Liz a fine tenth husband, he reckoned.

                  #3937
                  F LoveF Love
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                    Finnley, who you will surely recall had been on a brief excursion to Nowherehampton, wondered whether to ask what she had missed while away. She decided forlornly there was no point.

                    It never makes any friggin’ sense.

                    Sense was important to Finnley. Even if superficially a subject made no sense, she liked to believe there was an underlying meaning.

                    That’s not true. What are you on about? Your brain is clearly addled. And possibly baduled as well.

                    “Finnley! you are monopolising the thread again,” admonished Liz. “You are thinking too much and it is sabotaging the beautiful spontaneity of my story. Now, be a good dear and wipe that surly look off your face. You look so much prettier when you smile; you might even attract yourself a nice young man if you would make a bit more effort. Anyway, do cheer up—I want to hear about dear cousin Badul.”

                    #3936
                    ÉricÉric
                    Keymaster

                      “As always, reality can’t help but catching up with fiction.” mused Godfrey aloud. “Maybe another case of origami town in the making… If you see what I mean.”

                      “I’ve got no idea what you’re rambling about big G.” muttered Finnley who had just reappeared out of the Blubbit in Nowherehampton. “There’s been a call for M’am Liz, by the way. From her cousin Badul.”

                      #3932
                      TracyTracy
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                        “Godfrey, what on earth are you mumbling about now, while that man is running around the grounds with a rubber duck in his hands! Please do focus on the matter at hand! He’s stumbled into the wrong thread, surely?”

                        Elizabeth wrung her hands. “The characters are all running amok!”

                        The Roberto story had been finished long ago ~ or had it?

                        Finnley would know. But where was she?

                        #3930
                        ÉricÉric
                        Keymaster

                          “The writer is as slow as my aunt Germaine” was all that came to Godfrey’s mind.
                          His aunt Germaine was a notorious for her gaps of lucidity during the family reunion cards tournaments, which made playing with her much less ludic that it should have been.

                          “Truly, what I meant” said Godfrey, carefully weighing the next words to assemble in a coherent sentence (he’d been chastised playfully by the new maid already, who would pretend to not understand a word of what he asked her to do) “is that I thought you where talking about winter, not writer. Alas, the writer is not coming.”

                          Finnley would probably have had a fit of bright clarity with that one, he smiled at himself proudly.

                          #3919
                          F LoveF Love
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                            Finnley yawned.

                            #3918
                            TracyTracy
                            Participant

                              Liz chose to ignore Finnley’s last remark and continue with her explanation.

                              “The exercise was proving to be illuminating in many unexpected ways. Despite the well known fact (or let us say, well known assumption) that each individual leads themselves, and the widespread reluctance of the group to follow established leaders, when presented with an option to label oneself a leader, suddenly everyone wanted to lead.”

                              #3917
                              F LoveF Love
                              Participant

                                “Tricksters!” hissed Finnley. “You don’t fool me. I know you never pay Angels!”

                                #3915
                                F LoveF Love
                                Participant

                                  “You are confusing, but I know you can’t help it. Have you taken your pills?” asked Finnley kindly.

                                  #3914
                                  TracyTracy
                                  Participant

                                    Liz patted Finnley on the shoulder. “Now, now, dear, I know it’s confusing, one moment confused, the next moment elated and bossy.”

                                    #3913
                                    F LoveF Love
                                    Participant

                                      “I love it when we play Mandala of Ascensions!” shouted Finnley. “I will be a leader personality! You can bugger off now, HS cleaner. You were never really needed; she only hired you out of spite”

                                      #3912
                                      TracyTracy
                                      Participant

                                        “As I was saying,” continued Liz, “Oh, unless you want to explain something first, Finnley?”

                                        “I’m trying to tell you I am a Leader Personality, and it doesn’t fit my character assignation, which is why I am flitting about the place snickering,” the confused hitherto supportive cleaner replied.

                                        #3911
                                        ÉricÉric
                                        Keymaster

                                          Finnley came back hopefully in time with her five guardian angels to listen to that last comment from Liz.

                                          Only two of them had decided to stay after she’d explained her boss wanted to mold them in salt-free concrete for body parts.

                                          #3910
                                          TracyTracy
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                                            “For Flove’s sake, Finnley, will you stop flitting about like that! And stop snickering and listen!”

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