Sunday Best with @statscop
It was Sunday morning. I sat reflecting on the prior evening’s ribaldries while considering the poached egg before me in its silver cup. As I gave it a tap, the knocker fell against the great door and then again. My man, Clement, had taken leave after egg poaching. So, it was up to me to answer. I buttoned my smoking jacket, straightened my stance, and pulled against the knob. A breathless courier stood before me and in an Indian spiked English said, “My liege, a gift from Col. Asbury.” I placed a few crowns in his palm and returned to my egg, small box in hand. I popped it open. A small, frosted bottle with a beetle emblazoned on it. What’s this? Has the old man gone mad? Has he sent me poison? I opened the enclosed note, “M. this is what you’ve sought. The Italian, Sig. Manfredini, has wrought this parfum. It will transform you. -A”
I tugged at the top and my nostrils were instantly filled with notes of rosemary, cedar, and rarities from distant lands. The slender blonde from last night’s communion entered my study.
“Mmmmn, what is that?” she cooed.
“A gift, from a friend.” She ran a drop from her fingertip along my bare chest,
“Quiet a good friend.”
Yes, a good friend indeed.
-Dr. Matthew Pate
🐞
I remain, at your service, S.M.P.
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