| I looked around, and nobody seemed to be paying attention, I crept into Jack’s HQ, strictly off-limits to ground- pounders, for the first time. I gingerly picked up his hand-set and quietly pushed the flashing extension light with the small black-and-white plastic “Jack” label under it. Copyright © 2007 by Michael Domino July 10, 2007 |
| The Expeditor (continued) |
“Hello,” I said in my gruffest imitation-leatherneck
voice.
The voice on the other end was female, with a thick
accent. “Yak, dahling, this is Zha-Zha. Are you awl
right, dahling? Whitey called me this morning and
told me that the two of you were out last night with
Mickey and Yake at Billy’s and you slipped on the ice
getting into the cab and had to go to the hospital.
Yak, dahling, are you awl right?”
I slid my hand over the receiver and gently placed
the phone back into its cradle and backed out of
Jack’s office, closing the door behind me until I
heard the latch click into place.
At exactly 8:45 the next morning, Jack Cotton quick-
stepped past my desk with a large white bandage on
his gourd.
“Michelle, get me a cup of rusty old joe, riki-tik.”
voice.
The voice on the other end was female, with a thick
accent. “Yak, dahling, this is Zha-Zha. Are you awl
right, dahling? Whitey called me this morning and
told me that the two of you were out last night with
Mickey and Yake at Billy’s and you slipped on the ice
getting into the cab and had to go to the hospital.
Yak, dahling, are you awl right?”
I slid my hand over the receiver and gently placed
the phone back into its cradle and backed out of
Jack’s office, closing the door behind me until I
heard the latch click into place.
At exactly 8:45 the next morning, Jack Cotton quick-
stepped past my desk with a large white bandage on
his gourd.
“Michelle, get me a cup of rusty old joe, riki-tik.”