Sunday, February 19, 2012
The Speech
Though L didn't like giving the speech to girls, he was
next when the occasion came up at the country club.
Intelligence had revealed that agents listened to girls
primarily, their news of boyfriends giving many clues
as to troop movements.
“Ladies,” he began, “it's a simple enough message:
Loose Lips Sink Ships. Was made famous in World War 2.”
“They're numbered! I thought it was a perpetual state!”
moaned Lisa.
“Plenty of time for questions after!” he told her.
But she and Gwen never stopped chatting, newly impelled
by the sight of a young man on the putting green.
“See! I told you! Cutest butt ever!”
It was as if the young man knew they were watching-–
much leaning and stretching to retrieve golfballs
from holes. Gwen and Liz emitted sucking sounds
and said he was murdering them.
L soldiered on and finished his talk. There were no questions.
He gave an account when he got back to the office. Dr T
announcing "Hey! I had three girls and they were empty
heads for a good while. Then...overnight! And some have
driven everybody crazy in the silly phase, but then led
rebellions to shove Dad from the top slot in the firm!”
“Nice. There's hope. I...got the name of this young man who perfects his game while others fight and die.”
Dr T read the scrap of paper and crumpled it up for his
pocket. "We can’t go there. Nobody can."
"But Sir, this kid...!”
“Stop there or you'll sound like the enemy. They DO
take it to extremes.”
Though L didn't like giving the speech to girls, he was
next when the occasion came up at the country club.
Intelligence had revealed that agents listened to girls
primarily, their news of boyfriends giving many clues
as to troop movements.
“Ladies,” he began, “it's a simple enough message:
Loose Lips Sink Ships. Was made famous in World War 2.”
“They're numbered! I thought it was a perpetual state!”
moaned Lisa.
“Plenty of time for questions after!” he told her.
But she and Gwen never stopped chatting, newly impelled
by the sight of a young man on the putting green.
“See! I told you! Cutest butt ever!”
It was as if the young man knew they were watching-–
much leaning and stretching to retrieve golfballs
from holes. Gwen and Liz emitted sucking sounds
and said he was murdering them.
L soldiered on and finished his talk. There were no questions.
He gave an account when he got back to the office. Dr T
announcing "Hey! I had three girls and they were empty
heads for a good while. Then...overnight! And some have
driven everybody crazy in the silly phase, but then led
rebellions to shove Dad from the top slot in the firm!”
“Nice. There's hope. I...got the name of this young man who perfects his game while others fight and die.”
Dr T read the scrap of paper and crumpled it up for his
pocket. "We can’t go there. Nobody can."
"But Sir, this kid...!”
“Stop there or you'll sound like the enemy. They DO
take it to extremes.”
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Just great! Weaving war, golf and the hoi paloi, or whatever. Makes me surprised wars have numbers, too. Like Woods.
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