Satire – Tomcat Tompkins – 111

The others nodded their agreement. They knew it would take three or four men to subdue Tompkins, especially if his dander was up.

        “Right,” said Tompkins cleaning his plate with the last of the toast, “it’s almost time to leave you in peace, Smithers. Don’t forget to let us know what’s going on. If there’s any news on the postmortems of Dapper Dan and Spinky, let us know”

        “Yes, I will look out for those, they should be available somewhere, I just have to find them.”

        “Yes, I’d appreciate any news you can provide,” replied Tompkins wiping his mouth, “I will brush my teeth and rinse with mouthwash before I go. Heaven knows when I can do this again.”

        He headed off to the bathroom and the three men around the kitchen table heard good-natured banter between husband and wife regarding towels, clothing, and the splashing of water.

        “They get on so well together,” said Alex, “it’s amazing after so many years, well at least I think it is anyway, it’s an enduring admiration for each other.”

        “Yes, you’re right, Alex,” said Ralphie, “now, as soon as they leave, we should go too, because we should try and get to London as soon as possible and see if Daisy Henshaw is at either of those addresses we have. If she’s not, we come back to the Stark place at once.”

        “Right, well, I will get my things, such as they are, so I can be ready to leave straight away.”

        “Hopefully, we won’t be away too long,” said Ralphie, “but really I have no idea what will happen today.”

        “Everything will work out for the best,” said Tompkins, making a grand entrance by carrying Filly in his arms, “we’ll head out now and I look forward to seeing you later. You have Filly’s email address for her tablet?”

Published by Julian Worker

Julian was born in Leicester, attended school in Yorkshire, and university in Liverpool. He has been to 94 countries and territories and intends to make the 100 when travel is easier. He writes travel books, murder / mysteries and absurd fiction. His sense of humour is distilled from The Marx Brothers, Monty Python, Fawlty Towers, and Midsomer Murders. His latest book is about a Buddhist cat who tries to help his squirrel friend fly further from a children's slide.

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