I Spy a Dead Guy

I drove to where my minion had followed them, a park near the river, a pretty spot where lovers walk and children play, a place to take the dog and entertain family amusement. However, amusement was a stranger to me as I observed two figures conversing earnestly while sitting in the eldest son of Vandersop’s car. I had obtained a staff car, one not easily recognised by those I had come to watch and I carefully scrutinised Minxie as she sat chatting to my golden nemesis, the wonder boy of the Vanderhag. Their conversation at first looked to be one of frustration and ire, which did warm the cockles of my heart, for a Minxie managing to annoy any and all allies is a Minxie isolated and vulnerable to my designs. Then their tęte-ŕ-tęte took a turn for the intimate as he ever so unwisely laid hands upon property that is so blatantly and obviously mine. He took her in his arms and restraint was no longer a word I could apply to my emotional being, I prepared to exit the car with the intent of relieving this blight of the burden of life when I discovered myself under the accusing eye of an elderly lunatic.

This creature who obviously spent their days in the clutches of dementia and urine stained mattresses had the audacity to leave finger marks on my car while accosting me with his diatribe.

“Get off you pervert. I seen you looking at them. Come to see some squishy in the park have you?”

It was here he broke off and started to kick my tyres while cursing and although I am not one to shrink from displays of public discipline I did not wish for Minxie to know that I had succumbed to the level of personal surveillance. The two resumed discussions so intent that they did not notice the bundle of reeking humanity who was now blocking my view by lounging upon my windscreen. I had no recourse but to start my engine and reverse out of the park grounds. I considered ramming his side of the car hoping to cause instant death or calling up support to stop their interlude but before I could act upon my rage, they also exited the park. I followed them as he took her back to her car and it was her unconcerned goodbye that saved his life this day for she left without a backward glance and drove off back into her own world, our world, our life, no place for a Vandersop of any age.

Assumptions are the lackeys of fools and I made none for life has taught me that nothing is ever as transparent as it appears. While the interlude with the Vandersop might have started innocently as one friend confiding in another it was the lingering glance he left upon her back that raised my hackles, allowing the metallic taste of rage to sour my throat. Minxie with all her honour and ignorance would have done nothing to usurp the position of her dear friend the Sedero confection but when it comes to men, she lacks a certain level of common sense. After the spectacular meltdown of his wedding how could he consider any other woman but the one willing to draw upon her Dubois heritage to destroy one of her own. Minxie’s resilience shines from her like a bright glow, drawing all the spineless fools to her like moths to a flame. I drove slowly back to my office realising that it is inevitable that she would attract attention, it is as it was when my sister participated in life, the undeniable lure of a Dubois woman, enticing all who encounter her. As I drove I considered that perhaps now would be a good time for a little reconciliation between a sop and his confection as his death would probably result in spoiling the impending gala and that can never be allowed.

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