Still in a lather over those smart-aleck comments from a reader in Kunjo Korners, Kansas, Violet Crepuscular, “the Queen of Suspense,” introducing Chapter DCXLV of her epic romance, Oy, Rodney, loses the thread of the sentence and has to start over.
“I am introducing Chapter DCXLV of my epic romance, Oh, Rodney,” she writes, “but I am sorely tempted to roust my friend and neighbor, Mr. Pitfall, out of the Intensive Care Unit so he can drive me out to Kunjo Korners to settle with that so-called reader! She thinks poking, being poked, is nothing? Wait’ll I poke her one!”
Somewhere in the novel, Constable Chumley has gone undercover to investigate reports of ritual poking in the back room of The Lying Tart. It is necessary to wear a disguise. This week he is disguised as a deep-sea diver. With the helmet. He’ll need it if he ever tries to force his way into that back room.
“Yes, I know, I know!” Ms. Crepuscular writes. “I still have to write that rhino out of hibernation. I’ve also got to trim my hedge and take down my Halloween decorations before it’s time to put them up again. I’ll get to it! Stop bugging me!”
I hate to admit it, but Violet procrastinates almost as much as I do. 🙂