“Have fun stormin’ the castle!”

By Tiber

Even though Dad is trying to cut down on expenses, we’re ending up with even more people living here than ever before.

Cook’s recently divorced sister, Saskia, is now living in the gatehouse. Dad still has the security guys but Cook said her sister could earn her keep by doing a little extra screening of any arrivals.

Saskia is as Amazonian as Cook and, it turns out, three times as draconian so whenever anybody she doesn’t remember appears, she’s starting to greet them with the welcome of Cerberus at the entrance to hell.

A woman came up to the gatehouse unannounced this evening and Saskia sprang into full-bore security mode.

She pawed through the contents of the woman’s purse, did a full pat-down on her, made her sing a famous song everybody learns in grade school (figuring a terrorist wouldn’t know it), waved what looked like a ruler over the “suspect’s” hands to “check for gunshot residue” and then made her walk a straight line and touch her nose in a DUI sting.

The woman did not do very well on the last part because, being a WASP and “with the sun over the yardarm,” she’d already enjoyed Happy Hour.

“Ah, ha!” yelled Saskia, having made at least some kind of catch.

“Ah ha, yourself, you dreadful wombat!” the criminal/terrorist retorted. “If you will think back a few minutes, you will remember that I didn’t drive over here anyway but was dropped off by my friend, Henrietta.”

Grandma Noni had a point.


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