The Waiting Room
~ Chapter Thirty
Where's Mort?
Sam
left the group as they fought over the last of the pink cupcakes. If
he every got a chance, he would have to let Kat know how much the men
enjoyed her lovely confections. But for now, Sam searched for only
one man…the pirate, Sparrow.
He found the Captain standing
on a ladder, braced against the bookshelves. At first he thought he
had found Shelley’s monkey, but it appeared to Sam that he was
rubbing his hand over something on top of the case.
“Captain?”
Sam whispered to the pirate.
“Uh?” Sparrow shot a look
down to Sam. “What is it boy? Never mind, I’m coming down.” He
climbed down, jumping off when he had four rungs left.
“What
were you doing up there Captain?” Sam’s eyes full of curiosity.
Sparrow put a finger to his own lips, asking for Sam to hush,
then glanced around the room to locate the gypsy Roux. He saw him
sitting in a circle of men, strumming his guitar as they all sang
another round of Happy Birthday.
“I was checking on me
girls.” He pointed to the very top of the bookcase. “I got their
names up there…to immortalize them so to speak. Three of me own
special beauties…Carrie, Sammy, and Meggie.”
Sam touched
his sleeve to get the Captain’s attention. When Sparrow looked to
Sam, the young man pointed to Mort’s desk.
“He’s gone.
I fixed it so we can go look at the computer, at Jessi’s website,
if you want. Mort will be gone about twenty minutes. At least that
was how long he was gone before.”
Before he could ask how
he had fixed it, Sam was already on the move towards Mort’s desk.
Sparrow kept a sharp eye out as he followed.
Casually they
stepped behind the desk, then ducked down. Sam reached up and pulled
the laptop to the edge of the desk, then with one swift move brought
it down into his lap.
Sparrow sat amazed at the speed Sam typed
on the buttons with letters.
“Tell me whelp; how did you
manage to get Master Rainey from the room? I am interested in your
method.”
Sam’s cheeks flushed. Then from his pocket he
withdrew a crumpled packet and handed it to the pirate. Sparrow
unfolded it, trying to smooth it out then read the name.
METAMUCIL
FIBER ADDITIVE
Sparrow’s eyes flew up to Sam, who looked
away in embarrassment.
“Did ye put this in his bowl at
lunch?” Sparrow inquired.
Sam nodded and continued typing.
Sparrow smiled, a half crooked, evil smile.
“So,
lad, ye gave poor ol’ Master Rainey the shites! So as we speak, he
is in the loo?”
Sam nodded again.
“Ye be
brilliant lad. Ye are a true pirate at heart. I didn’t know ye had
it in ye! Proud of ye boy!” He reached over and patted Sam on the
shoulder.
“Here we go” Sam said, turning the screen
around for Sparrow to see.
There it was. The website.
Jessi’s_Mexicali_Dishes.com
On the screen was also
a picture. A picture of his saucy girl.
A picture of Jessi
wearing an oversized sombrero. Sparrow had an instant of a thought:
Crissy would love that hat.
But then he returned his thoughts
to Jessi.
“Well ‘ello me little senorita” Sparrow said
as he drew the laptop closer for a better look.