Saturday Evening...
Pickles had a fairly short day, all he had to do was record a few tracks for a new song, and hit the fashion consultant's to get his new wardrobe. He knew he'd be home before Miniver, so he picked up five good bottles of cognac, and set them aside, then practiced his drums for an hour, before settling down with a book, sprawled on the couch.
He had something he needed to tell Miniver, and didn't want to put it off any longer. They'd spent a few good days together since the fact but there was no good time to interject what he needed to say to the poet.
The cognac would likely help.
He had something he needed to tell Miniver, and didn't want to put it off any longer. They'd spent a few good days together since the fact but there was no good time to interject what he needed to say to the poet.
The cognac would likely help.