Have we been here before in a previous novel?
Due to Porirua's family committments and love for her brother, etc. etc., in her will she gave all her possessions to HENRY. HENRY lived in Gore, which was where Dellua was currently being shipped.
The courier van turned up at HENRY's tidy, middle class house, in his tidy, middle class street, and the courier went up and knocked on his tidy, middle class door.
Nobody answered. Dellua mewed something which sounded remotely like "I'm hungry! Got any fish?"
The courier, Dan (for that was his name) was a sharp thinking young man who, after leaving school had built his courier empire from the ground up and now owned ten vans, two trucks and a ship. He had plans to one day take over the world. But anyway, being sharp thinking, he realised HENRY was probably at work. So he knocked on the neighbour's door and asked where HENRY worked.
The neighbour, Maureen (for that was her name) was a frumpy old accountant's assistant-slash-secretary who was currently on her day off. She knew exactly where HENRY was, that place being her own working environment, the accounting firm of Smithson and Son's Son. She gave Dan directions to the firm, and then went back inside to work on her Shrine To Timothy Franklin. Slightly disturbing, huh.
So Dan, being sharp thinking, drove around Gore until he found the firm (it was actually on the next street over as Maureen had said) and ran Dellua up to HENRY's office door. HENRY was currently rather busy, as he was the CFO of his firm. (For a list of different accountants, click here.)
So Dellua was condemned to sitting outside HENRY's office for several hours, until he came out for his coffee break at 4:30. So, he did the catlike thing to do, and took a snooze.
While Dellua snoozed, he dreamt that a strange looking lady with red hair, wearing a turquoise dress, came walking down the corridor. She was holding hands with a pale blond man. He also dreamt that the lady said something along the lines of ooh Timothy what a cute little kitty can we keep it? Then the pale blond man said something like Sure if you really want to I know HENRY doesn't like cats he's allergic to them and always told me that if his sister ever sent him hers he would never want to see it alive. The lady than picked up Dellua's cage, kissed her husband on the cheek and walked back home, swinging the cage merrily in her hand and humming a tuneless flute solo.
What a strange dream!
Or was it....
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The courier van turned up at HENRY's tidy, middle class house, in his tidy, middle class street, and the courier went up and knocked on his tidy, middle class door.
Nobody answered. Dellua mewed something which sounded remotely like "I'm hungry! Got any fish?"
The courier, Dan (for that was his name) was a sharp thinking young man who, after leaving school had built his courier empire from the ground up and now owned ten vans, two trucks and a ship. He had plans to one day take over the world. But anyway, being sharp thinking, he realised HENRY was probably at work. So he knocked on the neighbour's door and asked where HENRY worked.
The neighbour, Maureen (for that was her name) was a frumpy old accountant's assistant-slash-secretary who was currently on her day off. She knew exactly where HENRY was, that place being her own working environment, the accounting firm of Smithson and Son's Son. She gave Dan directions to the firm, and then went back inside to work on her Shrine To Timothy Franklin. Slightly disturbing, huh.
So Dan, being sharp thinking, drove around Gore until he found the firm (it was actually on the next street over as Maureen had said) and ran Dellua up to HENRY's office door. HENRY was currently rather busy, as he was the CFO of his firm. (For a list of different accountants, click here.)
So Dellua was condemned to sitting outside HENRY's office for several hours, until he came out for his coffee break at 4:30. So, he did the catlike thing to do, and took a snooze.
While Dellua snoozed, he dreamt that a strange looking lady with red hair, wearing a turquoise dress, came walking down the corridor. She was holding hands with a pale blond man. He also dreamt that the lady said something along the lines of ooh Timothy what a cute little kitty can we keep it? Then the pale blond man said something like Sure if you really want to I know HENRY doesn't like cats he's allergic to them and always told me that if his sister ever sent him hers he would never want to see it alive. The lady than picked up Dellua's cage, kissed her husband on the cheek and walked back home, swinging the cage merrily in her hand and humming a tuneless flute solo.
What a strange dream!
Or was it....
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