Grimbeau

‘Hello…Flo! Are you in?’

Henry recoiled nearly dropping the enriched uranium in the chicken pellets. Of course he recognized the voice immediately, Gina: Gina Orbit, quite capable of talking her way around a sizeable planet, but somehow got stuck after the piano incident with her late chimpanzee, Alf. While sashaying through town a piano had missed her shoulder by six inches and landed plumb on her head, a detached g-string had severed Alf’s head. The piano was in pieces and Gina had got off lightly with primrose catarrh and mild headaches when she heard Grieg.

‘Flo! It’s me…Geeenah!’

Henry aborted his pastime, wiped the enriched uranium and put it back in the elephant’s foot.

‘Hello, Gina…she’s climbing the Old Man of Hoy and picking up some anchovies, probably be back at teatime Wednesday.’

‘Oh, it’s you Henry’ she said with remarkable powers of perception in one so thick. Perhaps…