Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... MAIGRET.
dedicato. Isabelle by Toulouse.
NO-ONE KNEW WHAT to do. BELLA WOZ MORTE. Send the Cadava to Samoosa, the City Morgue. Cover it OVER, a Yorkshire Pudding, ALL dat Jewish stuff, Candle-wicks, a HEARST with THORNS on the whassit-bonnet. I suggested NO Flowers. Just lucky horse shoes. Then HOLLYWOOD got involved. gO FIGURE. cAMERAS A-READY! A burning EFFIGY of Louis Thalbergs greatest Movie, reel on Reel. Silent B-W movie-people communicating NOTHING. The Hero, the Heroine...AFTER she-d, Gloria Swanson, sucked your Hollywood Crème. A Compact of your ID, apparently. Somebody-s MINESTRONE, guiltless, lookin for a knife or a shot of CaLAVADOS. And Paris, like in the old days... somehow always gets in there...some days. WotchagoonnaDO!!! And, YUP. Like Me and U. Somehow. And a Killer on the run...People stand and stare! Lookin for a MAIGRET.
c2019, Tregoll Hse. U.K.
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