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A. Algernon

The Search for Yaser Abdel Said (part 20)

Piffy was lucky to be alive. The police found him lying in the gutter. Otis was dead. His skull had been fractured and his spleen ruptured. The attendant at the Esso Petrol Station had called the police. Fortunately, a police cruiser had been in the area. It might have been the famous Lamborghini Murcielago. Anyway, that’s what Piffy would tell the boys at Joe’s Bar and Grille and Gun Club when he got around to it. In the meantime it was off to the hospital. For an octogenarian he made a remarkable recovery.

The Search for Yaser Abdel Said (part 17)

He wasn’t the first naked ten-year-old boy the prostitute with the heart of gold had ever seen, if indeed she was a prostitute, but it was the first time she had seen a naked ten-year-old boy that was supposed to be a girl and she recognized the difference immediately. She was surprised, that’s all—not flabbergasted, not astounded, not astonished merely surprised. Piffy, on the other hand, was as close to being totally, completely, unreservedly and incontinently discombobulated as he had ever been. To say he was mortified wouldn’t have been close.

The Search for Yaser Abdel Said (part 11)

“Well, if that doesn’t beat all!” said the Professor. He shook his head, finished reading the article, shook his head again, folded the newspaper carefully, laid it on the bar and took up his beer. “I don’t believe it!” he said.

“What’s that?” said Joe, owner of Joe’s Bar and Grille and Gun Club.

“Piffy,” said the Professor.


The Search for Yaser Abdel Said (part 10)

It was too much! Fleas from the Prophet’s beard—or from wherever else they might come—loose in the 21st Century! It was mind-boggling! If what Inspector Clouseau said were true and the fleas were as dangerous as he said then the entire world was at risk!



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