Henry, the vacuum cleaner, was summoned and its hose directed
above the crack in the floorboards. Schtoom!
Outside, when they emptied the sack, the heart-shaped ring
appeared, nestling in a pile of fluff and crumbs. Not terribly
romantic. Snod quickly put it back into its plush-lined box and
Diana was embarrassed and Drusilla felt that her father’s priorities
were not all that they should have been. She retrieved the
envelope which contained mementoes of her life thus far and re-
appropriated it, announcing:
Well, father, you didn’t seem particularly elated to meet me on
familial terms and Mother doesn’t think much of your having
equated me with ‘the bitter end’. I think she would just like to
settle her share of the bill and then go home.
Snod waved away the twenty pound notes, paid the bill and
thanked the proprietor for his help in finding the ring.
Drusilla and Diana climbed into their car: Men!
Oh well, thought Snod, at least I have the calligraphy course to
look forward to and I suppose I have encountered my own flesh
and blood. They say it is thicker than water. Perhaps an apt
comparative. Of course, Diana is not of my bloodline. He revved
the engine and shot out of the car park. Now how do I get back to
Caroline Miniscule was calling him and it wasn’t a woman on his
mobile. Calligraphy was a lot more satisfying and a deal less