few trails as possible,” she said.
Maisie went over to the counter where my purse sat with no handles. She retrieved the handles from the floor and pressed the handles to the purse and chanted. “Quick fix, make it stick, works like magic crazy glue, bond together just like new.”
I hurried over to have a look. The handles seemed to be back together with the rest of the purse. I swung the purse around for effect and knocked a lovely empty perfume bottle from the shelf. It, of course, smashed to the floor. Maisie gave me a killer look. “That – was a Swarovski! You break it, you buy it. Store policy,” she said.
The nerve, I thought, her minion cuts my purse up and then when I check to make sure it’s fixed as good as new and accidentally break her store bauble she gets all Cujo on me. For some reason I got sarcastic with her and imitated Maisie’s voice and the little poem she recited to fix my purse, I recited the poem to the broken bottle on the floor.
“Quick fix, make it stick, works like magic crazy glue, blah, blah, blah.” I thought I was funny, but when I looked at Maisie she looked extremely annoyed. But the storm in her eyes cleared immediately when we both heard a very happy tinkling sound, a sound worthy of a Disney fairy, come from the broken glass on the floor.
Together, we looked down at the smashed bottle and before our eyes we watched as the bottle magically repaired itself. Unfortunately, the lid remained shattered and I wondered if that was because I’d finished Maisie’s chant with blah, blah, blah instead of the correct words. “Not bad,” I said, hoping to elevate the moment, feeling quite proud that I was able to imitate Maisie’s sleight of hand.
Maisie gave me a careful reassessing look. If I felt uncomfortable with her stormy angry looks, I reeeaaally didn’t like the way that look made me feel. It was time for me to get on with this charade. I noticed that she actually hadn’t put away the box full of the beautifully, sparkly and jeweled canisters of hairspray. I picked up two more; after all, a girl can never have too much hairspray. I dropped them into my purse, did a quick purse handle check by hefting the new weight in my bag and looked at Maisie. I held my purse out to her. “This purse gonna be big enough for the pile of cash I'm bringing back?”
Chapter 2
King of Pentacles: A Reversal
Inside the Koldwell bank I collected the cash! Maisie’s little job wasn’t t so bad after all. The teller counted out hundred dollar bills to me for a long time. A huge line up waited patiently behind me. They all waited for the teller to finish counting, even a Sikh police woman stood in line waiting! I guess cops needed money too, but why don’t they open another wicket, damn banks are so cheap.
Emilia’s sat in a chair near the exit. I’d convinced her to leave all but one sword back in the shop. I didn’t see it, so I guessed that she placed it on the floor, or put it somewhere discrete. I can’t believe that police woman didn’t check out her weapon, but I did tell Emi not to be obvious, banks don’t take kindly to any kind of weapon.
I’m sure if that policewoman saw the sword she’d confiscate it. That’s fine by me. It can’t be legal to walk around with a sword, and if it was, I still didn’t think Emilia should walk around in public all sworded up.
Then, Devon walked in, hoodie up, backpack in hand, and he pulled out his toy gun, the same one he used on me in the back of the shop only two days ago.
Was he nuts?
“Reach for the sky, peons,” he said, as if he were Johnny Depp in a pirate movie. I nearly laughed. That was almost exactly the same line he used on me in Maisie’s shop. Still I couldn’t help but admire how strong and in charge he looked. I hoped he didn’t get killed. I gave the female cop a quick eyeball. Cool and steady. She checked him out. Maybe I’ll have a glass of wine with Devon once this all blew over. I’ve got to
Maisie went over to the counter where my purse sat with no handles. She retrieved the handles from the floor and pressed the handles to the purse and chanted. “Quick fix, make it stick, works like magic crazy glue, bond together just like new.”
I hurried over to have a look. The handles seemed to be back together with the rest of the purse. I swung the purse around for effect and knocked a lovely empty perfume bottle from the shelf. It, of course, smashed to the floor. Maisie gave me a killer look. “That – was a Swarovski! You break it, you buy it. Store policy,” she said.
The nerve, I thought, her minion cuts my purse up and then when I check to make sure it’s fixed as good as new and accidentally break her store bauble she gets all Cujo on me. For some reason I got sarcastic with her and imitated Maisie’s voice and the little poem she recited to fix my purse, I recited the poem to the broken bottle on the floor.
“Quick fix, make it stick, works like magic crazy glue, blah, blah, blah.” I thought I was funny, but when I looked at Maisie she looked extremely annoyed. But the storm in her eyes cleared immediately when we both heard a very happy tinkling sound, a sound worthy of a Disney fairy, come from the broken glass on the floor.
Together, we looked down at the smashed bottle and before our eyes we watched as the bottle magically repaired itself. Unfortunately, the lid remained shattered and I wondered if that was because I’d finished Maisie’s chant with blah, blah, blah instead of the correct words. “Not bad,” I said, hoping to elevate the moment, feeling quite proud that I was able to imitate Maisie’s sleight of hand.
Maisie gave me a careful reassessing look. If I felt uncomfortable with her stormy angry looks, I reeeaaally didn’t like the way that look made me feel. It was time for me to get on with this charade. I noticed that she actually hadn’t put away the box full of the beautifully, sparkly and jeweled canisters of hairspray. I picked up two more; after all, a girl can never have too much hairspray. I dropped them into my purse, did a quick purse handle check by hefting the new weight in my bag and looked at Maisie. I held my purse out to her. “This purse gonna be big enough for the pile of cash I'm bringing back?”
Chapter 2
King of Pentacles: A Reversal
Inside the Koldwell bank I collected the cash! Maisie’s little job wasn’t t so bad after all. The teller counted out hundred dollar bills to me for a long time. A huge line up waited patiently behind me. They all waited for the teller to finish counting, even a Sikh police woman stood in line waiting! I guess cops needed money too, but why don’t they open another wicket, damn banks are so cheap.
Emilia’s sat in a chair near the exit. I’d convinced her to leave all but one sword back in the shop. I didn’t see it, so I guessed that she placed it on the floor, or put it somewhere discrete. I can’t believe that police woman didn’t check out her weapon, but I did tell Emi not to be obvious, banks don’t take kindly to any kind of weapon.
I’m sure if that policewoman saw the sword she’d confiscate it. That’s fine by me. It can’t be legal to walk around with a sword, and if it was, I still didn’t think Emilia should walk around in public all sworded up.
Then, Devon walked in, hoodie up, backpack in hand, and he pulled out his toy gun, the same one he used on me in the back of the shop only two days ago.
Was he nuts?
“Reach for the sky, peons,” he said, as if he were Johnny Depp in a pirate movie. I nearly laughed. That was almost exactly the same line he used on me in Maisie’s shop. Still I couldn’t help but admire how strong and in charge he looked. I hoped he didn’t get killed. I gave the female cop a quick eyeball. Cool and steady. She checked him out. Maybe I’ll have a glass of wine with Devon once this all blew over. I’ve got to
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