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Bad Guys Need Flowers - Pt. 30
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Sally mrowed loudly and leapt towards the old woman, paws outstretched. Before Cal could even think to make a move of his own, Sally blinded Geraldine!

Metaphorically, that is.

Geraldine had reached below the counter to retrieve cat treats. Sally was currently contentedly consuming one. Cal observed, awestruck by the fortune of what had either been incredible feline strategy or incredible feline hunger. The lady/cat exchange had distracted Geraldine from the thump of Midnight and Rog’s door collision, a thump that just so happened to occur again soon after the first, and again (though altered expectations decreased thump intensity in turn). The door was not opening.

Geraldine: “Why hello there, miss. You’re a hungry little kitty, aren’t you? You haven’t been hanging around with this polite young man, have you?”

Cal (genuinely): “Actually, she has been. The last two days this cat showed up at the weirdest place.”

Geraldine: “Oh my! What is this strange and possibly wonderful place both you and the cat visited?”

The place was definitely strange. It was definitely possibly wonderful. It was definitely kind of establishing itself as the headquarters of the people trying to rob Geraldine’s. Therefore, Derwood County Community Pool definitely couldn’t be mentioned.

Cal: “I don’t remember.”

Geraldine: “Really? You can only remember that it was weird? My, a place with that effect truly must be strange.”

Geraldine looked down as she shuffled around for another treat. Cal looked over at Midnight and Rog. They were visibly frightened. Cal looked up above the intractable door. He was visibly frightened. The Bad Guys all looked over at a stepladder Geraldine used to place higher-up groceries. It was not visibly frightened.

The zeppelin floated in its place. It visibly belonged there, where it had been for more than half a century.

Unfortunately, circumstances inspire change.
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