"Ma'am, Are you in labour? The neighbour said you sound as if you're having a baby."
To which Able Mable replied,
"Dear, this is a bee sting, not a baby!" paid for the pizza, thanked him and shut the door.
"Can we take the day off, please, to lay in the sun and read a book?" said Mags to the other restless characters.
"No way! You want to do that too?" said Vigor. "Let's build the university and make our way to the university library for a good read."
After a lot of hard work and sweating, the university was ready. They read on the lawn. Catalan poetry.
Able Mabel threw out the trash, while looking in the paper at the want ads.
WANTED
Writers for writers' conference.
July 4th, Montreal
Following were the details of time and address for the conference. Able Mabel's eyes lit up. She ran downstairs to her room, threw all her favourite clothes into a suitcase, ran back up the stairs and out the door, locking it behind her. She hurtled along the sidewalk, eight blocks along the street to the bus station, arriving just in time to catch a bus to Montreal.
She was just launching into a conversation with a Scandinavian backpacker on the price of figs, when unbeknowns to her, Handy Andy boarded the same bus and sat two rows back of her next to a model who looked like Jesus but made no claims to be able to walk on water. The model did however share his lunch with the passengers, and there was enough for everyone.
To Be Continued
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