Mary O'Bleek, former lover, former ally, former friend, former ping pong champion of 1933. She'd meant a lot to me in a past life. Now, I didn't recognize her. She had taken a walk down crazy pus lane and been hit by every nutball that could she could shake off the vine. Perhaps that wasn't fair, but she weren't not fair dame no more neither. To clear up any potential double negative confusion, the girl's no good.
"Mary, I can't let you do this. Ordinarily, I'd take a back seat to your roller coaster and bail you out at the end. It ain't happening this time around. You want to make this ball of hay, you be my guest. As for me, I'll play my own way."
She got that look in her foot that said it was destined for my backside. "Fine, Ace. Take a powder. I'll handle the take down of the bad guy without you."
Famous last words if you asked me. I told Ms. Ardens and Shappo the whole tune. This was a girls night, and I figure they could handle themselves just fine without yours trully in the kitchen confusing salt for gunpowder. That didn't mean both sides didn't deserved to opportunity to know the game they were in.
The thing played itself out too. Guinn Ardens did a little murder, and Shappo made a terrific break from a Federal prison after she'd been booked for treason. As for Mary O'Bleek, that's another story.
