Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Dead Rite chapter 161.25

Sefskapoi, his eyes bobbing on their extended stalks, reached over Harold's shoulder to snaffle a biscuit from the packet. He added it to his thickly buttered bread and smeared a generous portion of damson jam over the top. He took a bite. “Much as I find the speculation over Biblical stories fascinating,” he said, spraying bread and biscuit crumbs over Devious, who happened to be standing beneath him, “such suppositions are about as useful as a pickled Madonna. I must ask that we move on. Need I remind you that other subjects await our attention?”

“Of course. Please accept our apologies.” Harold glanced at the kettle. “I don't suppose we just have time for a cuppa, though?”

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