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February 4, 2013
After their memorable meal downtown,
Brubellgot hailed a taxi, and smiling,
gave his hands a rub.
He was taking Mendotta to meet his
friend, Hermanalfroyd, who played the
bongo’s in a Manhatton club.
Mendotta, whilst excited, was now
beginning to feel sleepy, not having
had time to recover from the flight,
and again in the club, had the weirdest
feeling, that someone had been shadowing
her, throughout the night.
The atmosphere was electric, and after
a second wind, Mendotta settled to
enjoy the fabulous show.
But sitting close by wearing dark shades
and a pork pie hat, was a guy with a face
she seemed to know!
Percoughalees, now scared his cover might be
blown, decided he’d be pushing his luck,
if in the night spot he was to stay.
So thinking tomorrow he’d have an easier
chance to be alone with Mendotta,
he decided to call it a day.
He knew Brubellgot to be Mendotta’s brother,
and whilst he cared for her, posed no intimate
threat.
And feeling the same about Hermanalfroyd, (the
bongo beater from New York’s jazz set) decided
he might win Mendotta’s heart yet.
Percoughalees left the club and jumped into a
taxi, which took him back to a small hotel,
nicely cited near 42nd street.
Then sitting patiently by his bedroom window,
saw Mendotta go through swing doors of the
hotel opposite, making his evening complete.
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