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For earlier Chapters and an explanation of this dreadful story, see blog: The Cardiff Grandma. WARNING: This novel contains fake Welsh.
In the previous episode, Samantha explores a mansion in Luxemborg; now, Rhoda Crwys, Welsh Student, is discussed…

The Cardiff Grandma Chapter 39

In the orthopedic day lounge of the Department of Subterranean Ecogeology, Physical Chemistry and Quite Modern Art, Professors and Doctors would mingle and mix in the limited fashion they had available. Great care was taken not to actually impart any information that each considered of potential use to a colleague for fear of them stealing it and gaining some credit, fame and or either monetary benefit from it as per the general way these relationships tended to operate.

For earlier Chapters and an explanation of this dreadful story, see blog: The Cardiff Grandma. WARNING: This novel contains fake Welsh.
In the previous episode, the Vice kills Smithy with an ox. We now rejoin Samantha and the old Bangladeshi at a palatial mansion in Luxumborg

The Cardiff Grandma Chapter 38

Someone knew they were there alright. Someone other than the two individuals themselves that is. The old man strode forward in a purposeful manner. He was going through that door if it was the last thing it did. It may well have been the last thing he did for all he knew. He wasn’t psychic after all.

For earlier Chapters and an explanation of this dreadful story, see blog: The Cardiff Grandma. WARNING: This novel contains fake Welsh.
In the previous episode, the Vice works himself into a rage over Peppet. Now, Smithy enters his presence.

The Cardiff Grandma Chapter 37 continued…

Everyone else in the room stood motionless.

“Well, what is it?”

“The reason I came in sir, your two o’clock appointment is here. Smithy.”

“But it’s half past five!” exclaimed the incredulous Vice-chancellor.

“Yes sir, he said he didn’t want to be late.”

For earlier Chapters and an explanation of this dreadful story, see blog: The Cardiff Grandma. WARNING: This novel contains fake Welsh.
In the previous episode, Rhoda Crwys, Welsh student, re-rethinks her thesis again. Now, Wence Peppet reports to the Vice.

The Cardiff Grandma Chapter 37

The small, sealed container sat in the middle of the extensive hardwood desk. Peppet had earlier presented the item to the Vice-chancellor. That was when it had all began to go wrong as far as Peppet was concerned. He thought he had managed to finally do something right. He was wrong.

‘You useless idiot Peppet. This is not the case! This is not the case! I told you to intercept the courier as he carried a carry- all on his way back from the cash and carry and you couldn’t even carry out that simple command. All you had to do was inconvenience him long enough to get the luggage off him but you even failed to manage that without messing it up. Good Gods man, what’s the matter with you?’

For earlier Chapters and an explanation of this dreadful story, see blog: The Cardiff Grandma. WARNING: This novel contains fake Welsh.
In the previous episode, Wolfcastle and the fatal Librarian find a dead Ddwwchllyff. Now, we are introduced to Rhoda Crwys, Welsh student…

The Cardiff Grandma Chapter 36
When we look back on the decadent Cardiff of the time, we tend to envision the city as a beehive of illegal activity, populated by poseurs, assassins, rug pushers, fabulously corrupt officials, exotic alien earth smugglers. We can not help but imagine the local pubs filled to the brim with ghost student, while the busy Bureau de Change exchanges foreign exchange students to labour in the subterranean foreign exchange student exchange centers deep beneath the city streets. And we will perhaps never comprehend the true extent of the Awful Business©. From our modern perspective it might seem that everyone was involved in some nefarious plot. But this was not the case. Yet.

"i love that bird on the lady's head."

we were ready, the bus driver pu;;s in and everybody stands and crowds the aisle
"sit down and wait, fool"
come on scam if i don't blend in the driver is going to report me to the
next driver and ..."
yeah but i have to be dressed and you can't do that si a crowd."
puppets really should look their best at all times. it was already a jumble of bags getti haauled out of the racks and the old lady sittin in front was rummaguing in her stuff,in the rack, standin on the seat, in heels. 5'2" eyes of blue, 170 pounds of teetering dame with two grandkids in pearlie. scam was screamin about her nails, so i asked if she needed any help.
"no, thank yew."
grabbed scam awy from her razors and fell into the seat. she flung out an arm to catch herself on the seat back,
that promptly fell back throwing her onto my bag. i'd kept that on the seat
because it held may amp, sooo there she was landing on a hard shell crate. 15 watts of portable amplifier,plenty of power to work 5 to 8, 45 minute shows a day. thought she cracked some ribs, but no,
bounced right out into the aisle on her butt. looked like a cheerleader as she grabbed the arm rests. whooops they let loose under the pressure and she was right back where she started. scam was roarin. i was turnin to put him down, smacked my head on the rack,turned back to help her up,
" you poor boy, you hit your head."
she was already up pretending nothing happened but my little headache.
scam had slipped into the crack between seats. you could see his leather neck. a bandage to repair old stressed paper mache' where the stick goes into his head. this is a 10 year old puppet. there are cracks under the hair.
"ok get me out of here"
"you're safe there"
the old lady is back on the seat.
"uh maam? maybe if you took your shoes off. or... listen i'll get it for you"
reached up and pulled her bags out of her grasp and put it on top of my bag.
picked scam up and sat. spruced the oy up, combed his hair and attached the coat hangers to his velcroed hands. beard pointed and tails down.
"thank yew" screwed up toothless lips. damn glad i'd put my teeth in before we stopped. i smiled my best blue smile for her. thought she was going to pass out. finally something told her i was not the all american boy she'd assumed.
"why dew yew have blue teeth"
"now there's a question i have an answer to. it's rather long" i settle scam back into the seat, "kick back.
i was a rotten toothed kid, genetic and low oral hygiene. once, when 20, i brokeoff a root canal, right front, and that bein 1970 and mick jagger havin a ruby set in a cap, i says to my "doc, hey, what color can i have besides white?" he says after checkin in his book, "red, yellow, and blue." i say, "give me a blue one.". he does. "so i'm workin as a roadie drivin a truck for rock n roll bands, from jersey to maine and out to buffalo. the ladies i was workin with the blue tooth, a big gold earring i was wearin at the thime and gave me the name, bluetooth after i did an ad for a club in northern vermont called the blue pirate, shortened to blue and appended to blue-vid when i was shootin video in the late 80's-90's. lived with that, got another one 6 years later.

For earlier Chapters and an explanation of this dreadful story, see blog: The Cardiff Grandma. WARNING: This novel contains fake Welsh.
In the previous episode, Samantha Panther, star reporter, travels through curvaceous Luxembourg. Meanwhile, perhaps, Wolfcastle and the fatal Librarian find themselves at Ddwwchllyff’s abode.

The Cardiff Grandma Chapter 35

At first glance it certainly looked like Ddwwchyllff. The long, slicked back black hair and sideburns were there. The pool of blood wasn’t typical of him but…

Yet all wasn’t quite as it seemed. For example, Wolfcastle knew of his friend’s mimic mimicry but even he was aware that Ddwwchyllff didn’t actually pass his days in a heavily jeweled white satin jump suit, with matching red silk scarf and wide gem encrusted belt. He also knew that his friend wasn’t especially keen on lying motionlessly, face-down on a gravel driveway. To Wolfcastle’s trained eye this clearly wasn’t Ddwwchyllff. Even to his other, untrained eye such a fact was obvious.

The taxi ride to Gina’s one-bedroom apartment in the high rise on Piney branch Road proved tense. The “ordinary” African man driving the cab fixed his eyes on their reflection in his rearview mirror more than he did on the road. It suddenly dawned on Gina that, according to vampire lore, Clive wasn’t casting a reflection. Gina squinted to see what the driver was eying. To her amazement, Clive’s image appeared in the mirror. She looked at it, then at Clive.

He ambushed her commentary with a mouth-plugging kiss. Gina let go a mute squeal before succumbing to his ploy. He looked out of the corner of his eye to see the cab driver avert his eyes from the moment of intimacy then scanned the eastern horizon for the subtle hues of dawn.

i get up. then i do a few things, twig-type cereal. sleep overcomes me like a starved lion in the urban jungle. i get up and meet my Princeton Vaughans friend --the eminent historian. later sign up for amp.

I just finished describing my "I [clover] Boston" t-shirt and wondered if I should try and explain the pun on "I [heart] NY" but before I could he replied, "Okay I'll be there in about 45 minutes! See you soon!" Of all the places a person can wait, the bookstore is just about ideal - one who cannot pass 45 minutes thumbing though books is not truly living. It was a little cold inside the store and I decided to don my OCC sweater and keep an eye out for an older person with the National's baseball cap. Surely enough, once I started reading those 45 minutes vanished from the face of the earth until an older person with a National's baseball cap was standing at the entrance.