So, I have something horribly and dastardly vexing to admit:
This professor’s picture was in the paper. It was a picture of a group hug.
But in all fairness, I was pulled into the group hug. I can’t really be blamed.
Julia Thompson (she stole my paper) published it on the front page of PT News. Just goes to show you that PT News is really struggling if that has to be on the front page.
But anyways and some more, why dwell on the frightful?
After this professor got home from the ball, it was rather late. So I stayed up even longer.
You know how it is: When you’re super tired and it is super late, you just never end up going to bed. It’s a wonder.
So, when the sun showed its face, the professor was waiting, just staring ahead.
I was tired.
I was messy
I was in a cranky mood.
All that was perfect for what happened next:
The doorbell rang.
Rats and a Heifer!
The professor slipped on his slippers, slipped on my robe, and slipped to the door. Quite literally, I fear.
My feet were working independently from my mind. It was ghastly and vexing.
I must admit, I was kinda miffed that I had to open the door, but whatever whynot.
It was still early. Must be sleeping, the other ones.
I looked through the peephole. Always important to do. You never want to let a real bad chap in, after all.
But, here’s the thing: I didn’t see anyone through the peephole, so I opened the door for a better look.
A fellow was standing there, all in black. With a hoody on.
He pointed this at me:
“Move aside,” he said, “and don’t do anything. I’ve got an appointment in your house.”
I moved to the side. After all, who am I to stop him?
“Hope they come soon, your appointment,” I said as he entered,”I’m the only person here at the minute.”
He just gave a mean smile and continued to my office.
I followed, of course. After all, it was my house.
He tried to open a desk drawer; it was locked.
He went for another drawer; it was locked.
Then he looked at me. “Open these things!”
“I would,” I answered, “but I don’t have the keys.”
“Don’t believe you!” he snarled.
And that’s when LottieOllie came in.
Made me jump it did.
“PVJ,” she said, “open the drawers…or else.”