One of the first things Desmond did every morning when he got out of bed was to draw aside the expansive drapes from the window looking out across his lawn to the panoramic view of distant mountains. It was like opening a new chapter to his existence! The drawing aside of theatre curtains to begin a Wagnerian opera! The appearance of royal newlyweds kissing on some grand palace balcony! To pull aside the curtains was a titanic gesture; a declaration that this was the first day of the rest of his life!
This morning, when Desmond drew aside the curtains there was a dead body lying on his lawn.
“Holy hell,” said Desmond getting into the shower, “I’d forgotten about last night.”
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Excellent stuff! It’s always the body on the lawn that gives the game away!
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LOL! I’m running out of places to put them.
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Is this the same Desmond who plays piano? Did the music kill the person?
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!! They can’t be related because one was Desmond Smith and the other one Desmond Pobog-Jalowoski.
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Well, he might have an alias. And I bet he he was playing the piano and the person ran shrieking from the room and died on the lawn.
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Perhaps he was singing Don’t shoot me, I’m only the piano player…
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The beginning of a great mystery! Was the body amongst the croquet wickets?
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!! Yes – just over from the garden where grew the cleomes. Are they cleomes?
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I absolutely love this one!
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Thanks, Nanette. And may “the face” on the notice not follow you to your new abode!
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Presumably a late delivery by Amazon.
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You continue to read me like a book.
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