[Sca-cooks] Sort of OOP, question and invite

[Jim Fox-Davis]

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HEY!

D'ere ain't nobody gonna kill my Dame.  She's got Protection (and a
faithful dog who'd try to eat all that marzipan).  Besides which, she's
MY Dame, and you'd have to get all that marzipan past ME.  I ain't been
married to her for twenny years to have some shmoe come in a off her
without doin' some SERIOUS complainin' with our most dangerous weapons:
 kitchen knives.

Jared
(who's beginning to feel he should shuffle off to a chorus of "There's
Nothing Like a Dame")

Susan Fox-Davis wrote:

>Ya know, I've always wanted to be a Film Noir dame, but cheez louize, as the body
>in the first reel?  Life ain't fair, shweetheart, but death treats everybody the
>same.
>
>Best Kisses, Da Dame
>
>The A-man wrote:
>
>>"There are a million stories in this old town. This one's about...
>>marzipan. The hard stuff. The stuff of all the vice and half the
>>fantasies in this man's town.
>>
>>I got the call at 3 AM. Postponing some unfinished business with a
>>frail on the make and a bottle of Jack, I went over to the address
>>I'd been given. The Dame's place.
>>
>>I took one look. The Dame was dead. Deader than disco, King Tut and
>>the Tony Martin roll-down collar. She was lying on the divan, wearing
>>a cotehardie, a miffed expression, and about 600 pounds of...
>>marzipan.
>>

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