Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 227

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 227

…The P.I. talks to her people before the Comiskey Park Greater Chicago Crusade Revival Grand Finale…

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She saunters over to the shorter Martin Kamen to plant a kiss on top of his head. Of all the people and situations that Fanny and she have encountered, it is Willard Libby’s closest colleague who has been there every step of the way. Whatever it took, whenever it was needed, Martin stepped out of his comfort zone to make things happen. He opened his home to two strange ladies and allowed them to take the lead.

“Without Martin, I am afraid we are not standing here ready to ride around a baseball field filled with people, in C-14 Coaches. He discovered carbon-14, which prior to very recently, we thought were 14 pieces of burnt toast. If he doesn’t get someone else involved, Willard may still be squirreled away in a mental hospital, right Dr. Steinberg?”

Looking at Willard’s Aunt, she comments, “I understand that you and our man of many names, let’s see: Jesse James/Agent Daniels/Bernard Spencer/The Rogue and whatever else Penty and Forever Mastadon calls him, have bonded over that lightning strike; Mother Teresa meets Elliot Ness meets Mother Nature…

“You’re a man who travels in more circles than a carnival pony, Jesse. If you ever want to write a book, I have a friend named Gwenny who can help you with that; such are the quality stories you can tell. But even if you keep your secrets close to your vest, you have renewed my faith in government employee and again, without your dances with the devil, we’re not successful.”

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 95

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 95

…There are a number of givens that Pentateuch takes to his cold, cold heart…

“When was the last time we ran from a fight?” asks Constance

“How about that alley behind Doc’s Drugs when we were cornered by that Doberman Pincher…?”

“Other than that damned dog, Fanny!”

“Then we should stick it out for a while, to see how things fall in place and hopefully not fall to pieces,” no Eddie, no joy.

“Chin up there dear Fanny, we will see this thing through.”

Directly on the heels of those positive thoughts, Edie Dombroski emerges from her private isolation, “Eddie made it through surgery! They tell me he has a 65% chance of being his old self again!”

Edie is just happy her hero is alive.

Everyone else is hoping that the near-death experience erases some of those 2,000 stories and perhaps 4 of his shirttail relatives.

A group hug breaks out, unabashed joy replaces doubting despair. For the three women who did not know each other when the sun rose in the east, are now bonding just as it sets beyond the promising western horizon.

Back at Via Catone, Cephus/Spencer/Rogue/Daniels reports back to an already frustrated Pentateuch. Strange and mysterious are the ways of this disreputable despot and how he knew of Canisso/Wolfgram’s unfortunate encounter with nature’s wrath is unsettling.

“A random bolt of lightning? Please! Those measly humans will blame “Mother Nature” for something like that!” This incident only adds to the deep-seated jealousy harbored against the Divine One and his powers. “Alas, poor Canisso.”

“There is no trace of his body.”

“I doubt that he was taken into the heavenlies.” There are a number of givens that Pentateuch takes to his cold, cold heart:

  1. =There is a Heaven
  2. =There is a hell
  3. =He will never be #1

1. “You are going to tell me that, that old woman is still alive,” Period.

2. “You have failed to satisfy your terms of conscription,” True.

3. “I need to replace Canisso,” Fact.

Inadvertent successor or no, Cephus/Daniels has reached his objective without having to whack-a-nun. He will be able to witness World Agnostica Unlimited’s most dire activities and have a hand in FOREVER MASTADON’s day-to-day.

If all goes according to the CIA’s plan, both will crumble from the top down.


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