Behold!!! More Kismet!!!
So maybe I'll show a lil' more...
“Seth,” she struggled with the words “why didn’t you-”
“Call you, Kate?” he asked incredulously as he instinctively reached for his pack of cigarettes, which Kate removed and dumped into the trash bin. It made a resounding plunk sound. A bit like the period at the end of a sentence.
“Kate!”
“Stop. I realize that you couldn’t call me. You can’t even think about crossing the border without somebody picking up on it. But there’s got to be somebody who could have helped you with all of this.”
Seth looked up from his forlorn glances at the trash bin. “Since it’s absolutely the easiest thing on the planet, walking up to someone and saying ‘Hello, I’m wanted for armed robbery, kidnapping, murder and manslaughter, but enough about that, could you help me kill a couple of guys-yeah, one little thing, they’re vampires’? That’s a level of crazy I will not delve into. Dip a toe in, maybe. Test the temperature, perhaps. But I will not dive into that.” He leaned back and put his feet up on the edge of the desk. “I like to tread in the kid section. With those inflatable arm things on.”
“Oh be serious,” the young woman huffed.
“I’ve found that to be a very fallible emotion, seriousness. Especially when you’re dealing with something that should not- cannot exist.”
Also...
I love talking to my friend Chris. Other than being wonderfully OCD like myself, our conversations make for LOVELY reading material:
Chris: I love our town.
Me: Why? We have no beach, but we have seagulls. That crap a lot. I have a car, Chris, I don't like having to clean it every time I take it OUT OF THE GARAGE!!!
Chris: But we have like every fast food place ever.
Me: No we don't.
Chris: Yes we do.
Me: NO we do NOT. That's like saying you've read every book in the world. You can't. And I like Phily a whole hell of a lot better. They have cheesesteaks. And people ready to shoot you at any moment. It keeps you on your toes.
Chris: I like NYC...It's got dirty subways-
Me: With cross dressers and trannies...
Chris: And you have to wash your hands every five minutes...wait. No I don't like NYC.
Me: I still like Philly. At least they have Geno's. And a really nice pimp on South Street who sells hats. And a Condom Kingdom across the street from a Baby Gap.
Chris: A nice pimp? Hats?
Me: Yeah. Well, he was nice to ME...
“Seth,” she struggled with the words “why didn’t you-”
“Call you, Kate?” he asked incredulously as he instinctively reached for his pack of cigarettes, which Kate removed and dumped into the trash bin. It made a resounding plunk sound. A bit like the period at the end of a sentence.
“Kate!”
“Stop. I realize that you couldn’t call me. You can’t even think about crossing the border without somebody picking up on it. But there’s got to be somebody who could have helped you with all of this.”
Seth looked up from his forlorn glances at the trash bin. “Since it’s absolutely the easiest thing on the planet, walking up to someone and saying ‘Hello, I’m wanted for armed robbery, kidnapping, murder and manslaughter, but enough about that, could you help me kill a couple of guys-yeah, one little thing, they’re vampires’? That’s a level of crazy I will not delve into. Dip a toe in, maybe. Test the temperature, perhaps. But I will not dive into that.” He leaned back and put his feet up on the edge of the desk. “I like to tread in the kid section. With those inflatable arm things on.”
“Oh be serious,” the young woman huffed.
“I’ve found that to be a very fallible emotion, seriousness. Especially when you’re dealing with something that should not- cannot exist.”
Also...
I love talking to my friend Chris. Other than being wonderfully OCD like myself, our conversations make for LOVELY reading material:
Chris: I love our town.
Me: Why? We have no beach, but we have seagulls. That crap a lot. I have a car, Chris, I don't like having to clean it every time I take it OUT OF THE GARAGE!!!
Chris: But we have like every fast food place ever.
Me: No we don't.
Chris: Yes we do.
Me: NO we do NOT. That's like saying you've read every book in the world. You can't. And I like Phily a whole hell of a lot better. They have cheesesteaks. And people ready to shoot you at any moment. It keeps you on your toes.
Chris: I like NYC...It's got dirty subways-
Me: With cross dressers and trannies...
Chris: And you have to wash your hands every five minutes...wait. No I don't like NYC.
Me: I still like Philly. At least they have Geno's. And a really nice pimp on South Street who sells hats. And a Condom Kingdom across the street from a Baby Gap.
Chris: A nice pimp? Hats?
Me: Yeah. Well, he was nice to ME...