“Good morning Miss Lilly,” he proffered a card.
“Abner Cluck, Acme Insurance.”
“Do you have adequate protection for your business?”
“The girls are responsible for their own, you say?”
“Sorry, I thought this was your house,
you were the madam in charge.”
“Do you think we should try?”
“If we risk it, we might lose everything.”
“But if we don’t… we lose the opportunity.
“If we lose everything, we can probably rebuild, if we lose this chance – we never get it back.”
If you can do this, I can promise these,
Passion for what you do.
The respect and admiration of your peers.
Family you can cleave to.
A long, full life.
Nothing more, nothing less.
With cover design to lure the unsuspecting scholar
The Stone is but an opuscule, penned by Margolies.
Inside, printed with a serifed typeface on rag paper, is truth.
Truth to set you free, to make you run.
Perhaps, to get you killed.
The work-night was over; still too early for dawn.
“See ya, Jimmy,” Darlene said to the doorman.
Stepping into the morning chill she adjusted her scarf.
“G’nite, Miss Drake!”
She walked away from beneath the darkened marquee that read:
“Girls, Girls, Girls”
“No, it’s not simple,” I said, “but I’ve done this before,”
I set the second glass down in front of her
“Beeblebrox himself, taught me the secrets.”
She lifted the glass high, “Bottoms Up.”
Things’ll start to get interesting right about…
My mother wouldn’t like Jillian.
Jillian knows what she wants.
Excepting my mother, Jillian is the most stubborn woman I know.
Neither she nor I care what Mother might say.
Mother doesn’t know what Jillian brings to the table.
But I do.