Shame On Me

[Robert Crisman]

We kind of wanted to stick around and see if Crawford would plow through a building, but Danee got restless and so we said goodbye to the Major and made our way out of the park.

We decided we'd spend one more night in the city and then hit the road.

Helaas and I found a no-tell motel and got down, and we had a festive old time, let me tell you.

Finally I fell off to sleep--and dreamed of Elaa and how she might bite; shame on me.

Helaas laughed when I told him next morning and said, "I know that hard dick has no conscience, my man, but you're like her daddy or something if that's how change goes because you brought her out, and she digs you alright, but, well, L'amea--you might wake up and find she's the Razor King's daughter or something, and next thing you know you'll be singing High C in a Florentine opera and wishing you'd kept yourself zipped, and then what?"

"Nice to see it amuses you, man," I laughed back, "but L'amea, she's cool; she'll give me away at the wedding in fact, and even kick in for a honeymoon cottage if things blow that way," which was true, as it happened, and you can believe that or not...

[Robert Crisman]

@Angela: It isn't the last of Limbo, just the city.

[Angela]

Hmm.  Maybe.  It is the land of Limbo, after all.  All the possibilities are possible.