Style, you
either have it or you
don't. And if you have it, you have it
all the time.The Rogue Meets His Match
by Tux Toledo
Page 14
I handed James the
letter, unfolded the poster, and received a second shock. The
poster was from Finocchio's. Above a picture of a young Irene
Atom were the words: Irene Atom, Female Impersonator.
"It's her!" I yelled.
"Him," James said.
"Yes, him."
"We've been had, sir."
"Indeed,
we have." I looked at the poster again. I was a bit miffed
yet I couldn't help but admire the way in which Irene had outsmarted me.
"What a clever woman," I said. I couldn't keep the grin from my face.
"Man, sir."
"Yes, man. James, I think I shall keep this poster for myself."
"Very good, sir."
I
went to the open window and stared at the North Beach streets that had
helped Irene Atom elude my grasp. The cool bay air slapped my
face.
"Good night, Irene!" I said.
© 2008 David Biagini