TWENTY-THREE
THE GOSSIP COLUMNIST
All eyes were riveted on the door between British Columbia and Mont Blanc, still red in hue with Pimple’s sprayed blood and where beyond, presumably the Tundra or was it Switzerland, cups clattered in anticipation of Darjeeling, through a door, mysteriously painted like the Pacific Ocean, various Atolls evident though not the names; nobody was prepared to ask this of Aedd.
‘I think Aedd is not best pleased,’ Cecelia said getting up from the arm of the chair, smiling as she draped and dragged her hand across Pimples cheek, causing more fluff to fall out; she sighed and so did Pimple.
Pimple was sensitive about his hair growth and called after Ceeley, ‘Hey, I was growing that,’ and Ceeley returned his retort with a gorgeous brimming smile, gleaming pearl
