Beatrice And Douglas
“The voice was too loud and too strident to be ignored. Douglas groaned. Then he turned over and saw Beatrice standing in the full light of day, dressed in her standard pair of jeans, a red t-shirt and a hard glare that did not bode well for his chances of surviving the morning.
“What are you doing in my room?” His voice was rough and gravelly from whatever had crawled down his throat.
“Look around you, Slick. Does this look like your room?”
Douglas did with a squint against the overly brigh...t light and a feeling of dread slipped into his tortured head. This was not his room. “What am I doing in your room?”
“What a good question. Why didn’t I think of that? What are you doing in my room? Let me think.”
Douglas grimaced, as she paced and rubbed her chin in a sarcastic parody of thought. In a minute, he was going to get up and find a large bucket of aspirin and a shower, but right now, he had to deal with his missing skull and a banshee. “What were you doing in my room? Hmm, how about making a complete ass of yourself, you lush.” She had stopped and was standing by the side of the bed and glaring at him as if her blue eyes alone could fry him on the spot. “Now get out of my bed and out of my room, and pray God, out of my life.”MoreLess
“What are you doing in my room?” His voice was rough and gravelly from whatever had crawled down his throat.
“Look around you, Slick. Does this look like your room?”
Douglas did with a squint against the overly brigh...t light and a feeling of dread slipped into his tortured head. This was not his room. “What am I doing in your room?”
“What a good question. Why didn’t I think of that? What are you doing in my room? Let me think.”
Douglas grimaced, as she paced and rubbed her chin in a sarcastic parody of thought. In a minute, he was going to get up and find a large bucket of aspirin and a shower, but right now, he had to deal with his missing skull and a banshee. “What were you doing in my room? Hmm, how about making a complete ass of yourself, you lush.” She had stopped and was standing by the side of the bed and glaring at him as if her blue eyes alone could fry him on the spot. “Now get out of my bed and out of my room, and pray God, out of my life.”MoreLess
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