Chapter Fifty-Three
Vodka
“A crossdresser’s bra should never be seen, especially by a lover of lingerie, and the undoing of such things.”—Don
Archie waited outside the Lizard Lounge for Don. He had a feeling in his bunion—Don was allowing him to read his thoughts and Archie wanted to know why.
Don followed the ol’ lady through the streets of Edinburgh—not an easy thing to do as she had a talent for slipping through the crowds and was by no means slow. He almost lost her a few times, but then just as he gave up hope, there she was annoying some passer-by with irritating questions.
They arrived at the Lizard Lounge and he watched her disappear into the back. Don didn’t see Archie, but he felt his presence, heard a whisper.
Don wanted to follow, jump right in, grab the ol’ lady, find ou
