having no secretary
he actually was pleased by this quandry
he placed the phone down.
MY God....Lord Byron is coming here....he murmered to his cozy office........
Ian was showing Simon the magic ties,that tie themselves
Bloody HELL,Simon bellowed...How is that possible?
Oh,simple magic or a hex....Ian giggled...
Pippa stumbled down the staircase from the antique elevator
These bloody heels.....never buy anything at bargain Millys...she said,huffed
Oh.Bargain Milly's...I used to get my stamps there...Ian said.
Stamps....I thought it was a second rate Woolworths...?....Simon asked
They were half off.....I mail alot of letters....Ian replied
To whom?.....Pippa asked
The Beatles....Ian replied.....
Which one?
Ian blushed.......All of them.......
Orson Bellairs blustered up to the three salespeople
Where is Miss..................?
You mean Battle......a......Ian offered
A slight growl came from behind Ian
Puff.....Miss Battleaxe.....said from the ladies department
Now,NOW,Orson hurrumphed....I have some urgent news
Our we getting rises?Pippa grinned smugly
Yes,Ian said...I need more stamps...he giggled to himself
No,No,Orson replied.....Lord Byron is coming....
The poet?.....I thought he was ten feet under....Simon stated...
Not the poet...The Lord Byron of Benton Cross Manor...Orson looked peeved.
Ah,yes....Isn't he the one who was found streaking around Trafalger Square last Christmas?
Ian asked...
Madness...Madness I say,Miss Battleaxe interjected.
It sounded fun......Ian whispered to Simon...
Well.that is water under the London bridge...Orson announced.
Why is he coming,looking for an antique sword or something?...Simon asked
Crystal Ball
What?....The sales floor said in unison
Nostradaumuses
NOSTRADAMUSES?........
crackle.......crackle ....pop hiss
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