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 6
“You’ve got to find her!” Sidney screamed. “She’s got to be around somewhere!”
“Are you sure?” I said. “She may no longer be in San Francisco.”
“She is, Winston, she is. I just know it.”
It seemed to me that Sidney was a trifle paranoid. Perhaps it was the pressure of mounting a political campaign.
“I can’t find anyone who remembers her,” I added.
“Winston, you’ve got to find her! You’ve got to try again.”
“All right, Sidney, I’ll try,” I sighed.
“Thank you.” He relaxed slightly. “I’ll reward you with a cabinet position if you find her.”
“That won’t be necessary,” I said. The thought of serving in government chilled me to my bones. That was not by gig.
“Well, I’ll find some way to reward you.”
“Don’t worry about it, Sidney.”
He smiled, shook my hand, nodded and led me to the door.
“Good luck,” he said.
© 2008 David Biagini