Fellow writer, branding classmate, and tech queen Laird Sapir struck on a fun idea a few weeks ago and started a round robin where a group of writers will each write one part of The Octopus Knows and publish it on their blog. Last week, the smart Jennifer Oliver left us wondering what Simon would discover in Marguerite’s purse. Let’s find out!
Placing his hand on the seat beside him, he leaned his weight on that arm. He glanced around the room, trying to give off the air of boredom when really his heart was about to pound right out of his chest. Satisfied that no one was paying any attention to him, he reached over to snag Marguerite’s purse from its resting place and felt the teeth of the zipper on pants give way.
Sensing cool air on his upper buttocks, he threw himself onto the backrest hoping his jacket would cover him. He looked around the restaurant and discovered Braden’s eyes locked on his crotch. Simon looked down and noticed the ungroomed patch sprouting from the top of his zipper. Too stunned to utter the expletives that ran through his mind, he sucked in his belly, buttoned and zippered his pants.
Braden appeared at the table. “Your coke, sir!”
Simon gazed up at the man. “Sorry,” he muttered.
“So. Am. I.”
Chastised, Simon cast his eyes down and waited as the longest moment of his life passed. Finally, Braden abandoned him. Simon scanned the restaurant quickly. Braden had disappeared, Marguerite was still in the washroom, and no one seemed to be watching him.
He grabbed the open purse and peered inside. He noted Marguerite’s designer wallet, her stun gun – he tensed at a painful memory, her fashionable sunglasses, and his wand.
Oh, what a joy to see his magic wand again! “Old friend,” he whispered to it as he gently extracted it from the purse. “A year without you is like life without water.” Tears spilled from his eyes as he sobbed over the return of his wand.
Braden reappeared at the table. “Another problem, sir?”
Simon carefully put the wand away in the inside pocket of his jacket, then wiped away his tears with a linen napkin and blew his nose. Despite the tightness of his leather suit, he managed a graceful rise from his chair, placed the dirty napkin in Braden’s hand and said “Not anymore.”
Leaving Braden, Marguerite and LaBoulangerie behind, he signaled for a taxi. He gave the driver an address and settled in for the ride. He had some thinking to do. Mr. Jones wanted Ninja back so he sent Marguerite to return his wand. That did not make sense. Mr. Jones could have taken Ninja back. He could have hired kidnappers. And what about Marguerite and the wand? Marguerite frightened and hurt. She negotiated like a bully. She took, she did not trade. So why send her to exchange the wand for the octopus? Or had she acted on her own? She had been quite secretive. So many questions to answer. Of course, he might have gotten some answers had he waited for her to return to the table but she scared him so much that thinking would have been out of the question. He’d been right to escape while he could despite his less-than gentlemanly exit.
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I hope you liked that. To next round will be posted by Sara Walpert Foster. Enjoy!