Eight
Back at the camp Lollie was reading Chicken Soup to Black Belt and Mr. Bemis was on his knees praying for the Clone to come back with a banana, for the Black Belt to be revived and most importantly for his entire fortune not to be wiped out by a law suit. By now the Belt had been moved to an empty cabin and laid on a bed.
"I wish all this rain would stop." said Mr. Bemis.
Young Lollie looked up, "It will be stopping in 7 minutes and 23 seconds." Mr. Bemis continued to pray for he was not a believer in the young girl's psychic power....... YET! SURE enough about 7 minutes later just as Alan's Jaguar pulled up and parked the rain stopped.
"Mr. Bemis! Hi, Howz the Belt, who's the dame and where can I get something to eat." No one replied.
"He looks pretty bad. Maybe I better get in there and help o' Polly out ...heh heh heh."
"Maybe I better get my shotgun out and blow your selfish fool head off...... we got a man dying here!"
"You're gonna have a lot of dead men around if someone don't get in there and give Polly what she needs."
At this point Lollie stopped reading, looked up at Alan, and said, "I'll make a deal with you, you don't propose to tell us or Polly what she needs and I won't turn you into a frog."
"Well I gotta get going any way, I've got some Christian greeting cards I got to drop off at my mlm head quarters. You should see all the people I got working under me."
"Yeah, well I'm not gonna be one of them," said a voice not to far off in the darkness.
"Who's that?" asked a startled Bemis.
"Com'mon in Polly," said Lollie without looking up.
At this point, poor Mr. Bemis turned white as a ghost. Alan's face turned red as a beet, but young Lollie continued to smile and read inspirational stories to Monsieur Belt who now had a normal temperature and pulse rate. "It's working, but we must be patient."
"Don't worry Bemis, you're safe," Polly said as she walked into the room. Then she looked Alan up and down. "I believe you said you've got some cards to deliver."
Alan said, "hmm....... me?"
"In my best Deniro immitation.... you talkin ta mee....... ya I'm talkin to you, somethin' about people workin UNDER you .....HUH! Get outta hayer!" Polly shouted in her Boston accent.
Alan was gone; he disappeared in thin air...... Pooof !
"His Jaguar is still out there but he's gone." said Mr, Bemis the color back in his face, he was relieved that the Belt was feeling a little better and he was estatic that he would not be called on to perform what he considered to be 'unnatural acts'!
"That happens sometimes." said Lollie.
"What's that?" asked Bemis.
"Oh, people just disappearing.... without taking their cars..... ya know, stuff like that"
Bemis, now with a frightened look on his face turned toward Polly. She returned the gaze with a wry smile on her face.
"Excuse me," uttered Mr. B, "I have to go to the bathroom." As he turned on the light he could hear 2 females softly giggling.
