ADD REYN LEAVES LIMO TO SEEK DS. NALINI IN TEARS, REYN PROMISES TO RETURN
Reyn loved traveling in limousines. Aircraft were okay because she always flew first class. I, of course, prefer the latter and tried to be cozy with that pretend refinement, but there was always those horrible high pitched noises airplanes had to emit. They hurt her ears.
Limousines, the good ones, the Lincolns and MMMM. She would never want to be seen in one of those super stretch Hummers, with silly rims, or god forbid, a jacuzzi. No. A limousine was the only vehicle of comfort and class...
But she hated Phoenix. It was simply too damn hot. Sure, she was an indoor cat, but she liked to be off leash and outdoors some of the time, just to explore a little, taste the grass, smell the air. Everywhere smelled different. Even at home the outdoors smelled different even after a half and hour. In Phoenix simply breathing hurt her now. She missed the freedom of her Barbie Jeep and home.
The driver opened the big door of the limo as Reyn and Nalini approached and the two climbed in. It was cool inside. Nalini set Reyn's soft side carrier on the long side seat and opened it. Normally Reyn would be exited and leap from the carrier and check out the limousine, but today she remained inside. She was still angry.
"Where to M'am?"
Nalini didn't know her way around Phoenix any better than Reyn did. "Uh, somewhere cool," she said. "Maybe, just drive around, look for something interesting. You know the area, You decide. Surprise us."
The long black car slid from the hotel's porte-cochere silently like a snake from beneath a rock. Reyn had moved from her cozy carrier to Nalini's lap at the very back seat of the car where she sat as a loaf of bread, legs tucked in, tail wrapped to her side, eyes closed. Normally she would be purring posed this way, but she was gently trembling.
The long black car kept away from the tedious grids of boulevards of mostly gated communities that gave Phoenix its unfriendly barricaded image that it shared with most dessert metropolises'. Rey preferred to see real people and places along the road. Variety, older buildings, farms and fields. Places of texture and new smells.
Things only found in Phoenix on back roads, the outer roads, the outer roads of Phoenix toward Tempe.
And driving out and away through the ruggedness crudely settled dessert with its tightly drawn barbed wire on steel post fences, wind streaked outbuildings and abandoned windmills.All of this had Reyn soon out of Nalini's lap and forward to the passthrough sill of the drivers compartment, staring over her shoulder an out through the front windows in awe of the puffy clouds that marched slowly across the bold blue sky, changing starkness.
Back at the Hotel Gigi was filtering through what Rhonda was feeding her that might help to soften Reyn's sense of disgust for the illegal Haitians in Springfield who were eating pets. The problem was that Reyn didn't follow politics closely at all. She believed, in fact, that Trump was still the president of the United States. It seemed so to her because it seemed his voice had been coming from the T.V. and news sources for as long as current events had remained current ro her. For Reyn, almost anything in the media or on T.V. was of no more importance or urgency and held no more relevance of than that of a train passing in the distance, or cars passing across at a red light.
Reyn was resting after returning to the hotel after two hours, not including the transportation time to and from Barnes and Noble. She had time for some water and Salmon Patte and had just curled up on her blanket. Gigi had the TV on softly when the President blurted out "They're eating the cats, they're eating the dogs, they're eating the pets..."
Reyne heard that! She bolted upright and growled loudly. She looked quickly around the room and darted under the bed. But there wasn't an under the bed.
being sent to her by her in Bosten.she could gather from what her staff was feeding her. It was a given that Trump was an idiot,
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But then there's that orange potato man who tumbles
One more Barns and
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That's what you pay me to do, and why I'm on commission
who she regarded as her child Nalini was ready to steer Reyn home.
Gi Gi, of course, felt for Reyn, but also knew XXXX Enter Sir Pau
Brian Wilson cautioned of this in his monumental instrumental, Pet Sounds, and in other hidden messages on the album of the same name. Case in point: The train and barking dogs at the conclusion of the final track, Caroline No. Few realize that these silly jokes suggested to be inserted on the album, along with few that were less conspicuous by brother Dennis and Cousin Mike. And who would suppose that John and George would supplant the idea to perturb Paul a yet promote Sargent Pepper and other Beatle albums. Let's face it, we all know that the boy's never really had an original idea of yhere own... (WIP)
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