Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 127
…”I have slept for two weeks on a rock in a desert next to a scorpion before, so I think Martin’s leather sofa will do just fine.”
“On a horse with no name?” Connie shakes her head with doubt…
The second and last stop on Connie’s Chicago hit parade is over in the neighborhood called Englewood. The Southside grouping of single-family homes and three-flats has recently seen a few black families sprinkle in, much to the chagrin of some, but not all.
Her mission is for Ace to meet his macho equal in Eddie Dombroski. Eddie is aware of her flying friend being just that, but will most certainly make a big deal about any possible romantic connection between them. She can handle whatever Ace thinks about the topic, but how does she explain to Eddie, something she is so unsure of?
She decides not to borrow that brand of worry for now. There is plenty of that emotion that arrives unannounced – and it’s free.
And even though she has to do the driving, it is nice to have man around; great for opening doors, fighting off bad guys, saying that you look good and buying lunches and dinners. She feels bad about stashing the poor guy on Martin’s couch, but Martin and William aren’t budging and her room was meant as a “girl’s” hangout.
“Get a room you two,” is Eddie’s advice upon hearing about Ace’s sleeping arrangement. “Or you could have our family room in the basement to yourself, seeing that you are such a gentleman. It has a fully stocked bar, a pinball machine and its own john.”
“Thank you for the offer Mr. Dombroski, but I have slept for two weeks on a rock in a desert next to a scorpion before, so I think Martin’s leather sofa will do just fine.”
“On a horse with no name?” Connie shakes her head with doubt at Ace’s sketchy association.
“Speaking of a desert, my Cousin Jimmy’s plane was shot down over Africa during the war. The Desert Fox, you know Rommel’s men chased him into the Sahara and he was hold up in a cave for 10 months, surviving on stalactite water and mushrooms, with an occasional rodent or snake.”
“It seems both you and your cousins are excellent survivors.”
“We can thank our grandfather Stanislaw “Dogtags” Dombroski for that. He fought with the Polish in Poland during WWI.”
“That makes sense, heroes run in your family.”
Connie can only shake her head.