AmyStrange & the Criminal
(Part 1: the Escape)
                              Copyright © 2019 by David P. Ayotte
THIS BOOK IS NOT FOR CHILDREN
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CHAPTER 13: FRIDAY, OCTOBER 31st

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     When I got in the house, Beth was 
running around like a headless chicken,
cleaning everything in sight. Glad to  
see me, giving me a kiss, and then     
ordering me around just like a headless
chicken would.                         
     That's when I noticed Darryl at   
the end of the table sipping a cock-   
tail, still wearing his butlering      
stuff, but doing nothing.              
     He raised his glass to me, and    
shook his head, “Sorry, Crim, but she  
won't let me do anything.”             
     “He's a guest, and you aren't. Now
move it Mister. Chop, chop, chop,” she 
pantomimed, and then started mopping   
the floor.                             
     I started pulling everything out  
of the vegetable crisper. “This is why 
I don't throw parties,” I said as I    
began to chop, chop, chop. “How many   
people are we making stuff for? This   
seems like an excessive amount,” but   
she just pantomimed that I keep chop,  
chop, chopping.                        
     “Too much is better than not      
enough,” she said and kept mopping.    
“Besides, we can always make soup.”    
     “Did you learn anything new at the
Law Library?” I asked while chop, chop,
chopping.                              
     “A lot more cat stories, but none 
of them could talk,” she said and tried
to run my shoes over with the mop.     
     “You could just ask me to move,   
you know?”                             
     “This is more fun,” she said and  
ran them over again.                   
     “What’s this about the Law        
Library,” Darryl asked.                
     Beth explained what she’d found,  
while I kept chop, chop, chopping.     
     After an hour, I finally finished.
Truth be told, it was only ten minutes,
but it felt like an hour.              
     That’s when Beth brought out her  
special dip.                           
     It was to die for, just like her  
special sauce, and my mouth watered    
just seeing it. I reached for a dip,   
but she slapped my hand just as I was  
grabbing a nice piece of broccoli.     
     “Not yet,” she said, scolding me  
with her eyes. She also had a crooked  
little smile just twitching at the edge
of her lips.                           
     I got ready to dip the hell out of
it, and shamelessly dropped to my knees
and begged her, “Please Beth, please,  
please, please.”                       
     “That's pitiful, Criminal,” Darryl
said and took another sip from his     
cocktail.                              
     I got off the floor and while     
pretending to rub my knee, I swiped a  
dip.                                   



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