A Dream Of Digression, Doggone it!

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Billy, still in his funky black Stetson, materialized, with Macedonia and Al K. Hall in tow, in the back of a huge clutch of Reception attendees in the Southern states Caucus Room of the Senate wing of the Capitol.

Comically, Skipper greeted the little, scrunched up old guy in the raincoat-Al, of course– before greeting her prospective spouse to be, that is Billy. “Al! Where’s Yaller! Where is that rascally Dog of yours!” She bent over and gave the startled Al a sweet embrace.

“Aw, Miss Skipper, They got my DAWG in the Cap’tul KENNEL__”

“That is just where my dastardly EX should be stashed..And Billy, Macedonia, what a delight! Have some pate…”

“I likes some Moose, please,” Macedonia chimed in eagerly.

Billy grabbed a huge silver-encrusted ladle full of the puffy chocolate confection and proffered it before the stocky lady church warden. “MOUSSE, as in M-O-U-s—”

“A Mouse!! Quit that, Billy–”

Then, Macedonia inhaled the rich dessert concoction, and stumbled off into the crush, leaving

Billy and Skipper alone for the nonce. “So you’re an investitured DEACON, now, Mr. Luck–”

Billy squeezed her triumphantly, about the waist. “That would be REVEREND Billy Luck,” he chuckled. “But look. I know a place where we can canoodle- or at least make a few signif’cant plans!” Skipper wheeled about, casting helpless glances to the wide-eyed young pair of women from Memphis, and a gangly buck from Gatlinburg who were the bulk of her brand new staff.

“Fannie, and yum, the rest of you all, c-Could I have a little Quality Time with this here, Mister Reverend Luck, do you mind?” (‘Why, sure, Senator Skipper,’ they chattered all at once.)

Now we cut to the big old Aquarium, where we find Billy and Skipper entwined passionately before the massive glass picture window shielding Big Moze, the 15-foot Mississippi River Mud Cat fish, from the general public– were there any such besides Skipper and Billy about.

Meanwhile, Annie and Clyde Frothwick were busily engaged in dumping bags of canned food, boxes of cereal, and bundles of clothes and bedding before Macedonia at the Mission of last resort, up by Fourth and New York Avenue. Macedonia was busy pulling down the scads of yellow POLICE CRIME SCENE tape left by Captain Quint of DC Vice Squad, though he had now thankfully split! With her meaty calico-clad arms, Macedonia beckoned the visitors in to the back kitchen for a quick tasty bite of chili con carne. “My recipe, so you had better ENJOY it!” Anne gasped noticeably, as they glommed onto the small red Admiral B & W TV screen. “That’s my old beau, Willie Luck- hooked up with that fancy pants Lady Senator from Tennessee!”

In their bed at the Willard hotel, Billy and Skipper murmured softly, regarding the party they would be launching this time Saturday at Laurel Race Course for Macedonia and Sergeant Carlille and the Mission “Flock” of congregants. “I think I can round up the O’Neal twins to sing after the Big Race,” Skipper cried out with a lusty laugh.

(Next issue: Our Concluding Chapter, A Cadillac Celebration of Life and Luck!)

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