Two Holts: A Steele Halloween
“No. I’m not wearing breeches and hose.”
“Please, Remington?’
“Not even for you, Laura.”
“But you’ll be gorgeous as Mr. Darcy, and I can be Elizabeth Bennett.”
“No. Not ever. Pick anyone else, ah, post-Regency England. What about Sherlock Holmes?”
“You did that already, and I’m not dressing like a rabbit again.”
“Then pick something else.”
“What about a disco king and queen?”
“Me? In spandex and platform shoes? Laura! What have you been tippling lately?”
“Then I suppose you’ll have to wear this.”
“A fedora and a trenchcoat? What are you wear--oh, my, my, my. Do you know how much you
look like Ingrid Bergman just now?
“I know, Rick. Come, buy me a drink and we’ll dance until dawn.”
“ ‘Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world, she has to walk into mine.’ All right, Miss
Lund. Let’s go see Paris.”
7 October 2009
“No. I’m not wearing breeches and hose.”
“Please, Remington?’
“Not even for you, Laura.”
“But you’ll be gorgeous as Mr. Darcy, and I can be Elizabeth Bennett.”
“No. Not ever. Pick anyone else, ah, post-Regency England. What about Sherlock Holmes?”
“You did that already, and I’m not dressing like a rabbit again.”
“Then pick something else.”
“What about a disco king and queen?”
“Me? In spandex and platform shoes? Laura! What have you been tippling lately?”
“Then I suppose you’ll have to wear this.”
“A fedora and a trenchcoat? What are you wear--oh, my, my, my. Do you know how much you
look like Ingrid Bergman just now?
“I know, Rick. Come, buy me a drink and we’ll dance until dawn.”
“ ‘Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world, she has to walk into mine.’ All right, Miss
Lund. Let’s go see Paris.”
7 October 2009
Steele Holting On
Steele Holting On
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