She clutched him tight. “Oh, my God, if you had only been killed!”
“Omit the ‘only’ and it goes,” said he.
So they talked through the sweet-scented June night into the equally deliciously odoriferous June dawn. And, of course, she, inadvertently, let slip—the pigs. Magna est lingua feminae et praevalebit. What to do, then? “Briggs” could be buried but the paternal pigs pursued her. Alexis rose to the occasion.
“Come, let’s go,” said he, “let us leave this snob-ridden island, populated by porcophobes. Let us go where pigs mean Ancestry, Honors, Family Portraits, High Society and Money in the Bank.”
“Where, oh, where is that delectable place?” she cried.
“Chicago,” he said simply.
CAPTAIN BLOODLESS
An Episode
Far from Sabatini