As you know ( or should know ) the name's Winston, and it has been a short amount of time since my last comment. Although, one of Ruth's bookclub members asked a sudden question earlier today. " How did you two meet each other?" I had to tell you folks before I can even think about answering to her. Here's the story...
It all began when I first joined the military with Myron. We had liberty for the weekend, so we did the logical thing and went to the town's pub. Unfortunately, the buffoon that ran the pub, RAN OUT of ice! Who runs out of ice in a town pub! Foolishness! Anyway, I was the chosen "ice master" and went out to purchase ice. On my way there, I caught my eyes on three lassies in the darkness. I ( sadly) followed them, for there was no suspense or mystery in the pub five miles down. Boy, could these ladies walk! I was getting rather lost but the alcohol made most of decisions for the night.
As my eyes slowly adjusted to night, I could see more details than before. They seemed to carry a rather large container. As a son of the military, my mind could only picture a bomb or weapon of some sort. My gut kept yapping to my limbs to rush to them, yet my mouth nor body could not cooperate. I kept silent. Then, a hand grabbed my right shoulder. It was Myron, half drunk. He encountered the container and grew silent, then winked at me. The ladies turned one last corner. They had reached their destination. A rectangle of light appeared, and out came a woman from the building. They handed her the container. Myron leaped in the air, most likely to knock the container from the lady's hands. He instead crashed into a brick wall.
The woman opened the box to find a wooden stick, carved at the end, like the head of a swan. That was how Myron encountered Shinscina. I met Ruth when I returned to the pub. She had yelled " Where's the Rum?!" The rest is for me to know and for you to find out.
Love and Hate from the West.
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