The Waiting Room
~ Chapter Thirty-Seven
Acting Lessons and Talking Fairies
Sparrow
was briefly interrupted from finishing his tale as BonBon slinked by,
batting her eyes, revealing the new Sugar Plum Fairy lavender that
enhanced her makeup. She blushed as Spencer gave her a wink.
Seductively she turned to reveal her bare back, the feathery yellow
boa trailing over her shoulder.
She ignored Sparrow as he
rolled his eyes and turned back to face the men.
“Do you
like?” the she-male asked, pointing her feet outward, showing off
her new blue slippers as if they were Jimmy Cho originals.
“Allison
sent them to me. But don’t get the wrong idea about us. Allison is
‘just a friend’.”
“I believe the gentlemen had no
other thoughts, my love.” DeMarco sidled up to BonBon, tenderly
playing with the boa. “and may I add, that you look exceptionally
beautiful today. May I be so bold as to ask what is the occasion?”
Bon Bon reached towards her hip and slowly withdrew a
pamphlet from the skirt waistband. “I found this in the knitting
book Erin sent me the other day. I am preparing myself.”
She
handed the pamphlet to the Don who took it and read the front.
“The
Katie Fays School of Acting.” he read aloud. “What does this mean,
my precious turtledove?”
“I have high hopes.” She told
him. “High hopes of acting. I am preparing myself for the day I
shall be discovered.”
“Ah, but my love” DeMarco sighed,
“You have already been discovered…by me.” He gave her a
generous smile. Bon Bon leaned into him and pecked him on the cheek.
“You are too, too kind, senor.” She added to the kiss and
slinked away.
DeMarco watched with delight as she walked
away. “There is truly nothing like a woman, don’t you agree,
gentlemen?” He asked without taking his eyes from BonBon’s
behind.
“Ye bloody well better find a woman first, mate!”
Sparrow interjected. DeMarco shot Sparrow a heated look but backed
off when he thought better than to spar with the pirate. After all,
he had disarmed the whole room the other day…and with only a pistol
that had only one shot.
The Don bowed in Sparrow’s
direction and backed away, returning to his table to share another
glass of Madera wine with Cesar.
“Best they be gone,”
Sparrow spat before swallowing the last of his drink. “Now me fine
friend, tell me this. How do ye expect to get that wench Shelley’s
monkey into Sparrow’s cage? What be ye plan?”
“Tinkerbell’s
sister, my dear Captain.” Spencer began to explain. “Alice is the
key, my friend.”
The Commodore looked up into the rafters
and whispered.
“She’s up there Captain. Alice is up there,
talking to me. She’ll tell us what to do.”
The Captain
was reconsidering his accord as he watched the astronaut continue to
look up towards the ceiling, his eyes glazing over as he continued to
mumble to himself:
“Talk to me, Alice. I hear you. I hear
you.”