Well, it looks like she’s got the Roman numerals straightened out. That brings us up to Chapter DCLXII (whatever that is) of her immortal epic romance, Oy, Rodney.
You knew she’d come up with a way to stop that rampaging rhino, didn’t you? But you never would’ve guessed how she would do it. You thought it was going to be Willis Twombley, the American adventurer who thinks he’s Sargon of Akkad. But he’s still counting his bullets.
Out of nowhere, when all hope seems to be lost, and the doom of Scurveyshire assured…Enter the June Taylor Dancers!
Who knew this would happen? You need a berserk rhinoceros kicked out of town, who better to do it than the June Taylor Dancers?
It’s touches like this that make Violet Crepuscular, “The Queen of Suspense,” one of a kind. Maybe even less than one of a kind.
It’s useless to argue with her. “Some of you will sneer, some of you will jeer, and I don’t wanna hear!” She writes, introducing the chapter. “It’s called poetic license–or something. But what do you mugs know about it?”
We are glad to see Oy, Rodney back on track. [Lightning bolt just misses editor.]
I think that’s a good description of Violet, less than one of a kind. That should be her motto. 🙂