"Hey man, wait for me I said!" Hashford clambered out of the manhole, the sewer's filthy water still dripping from his soggy sneakers. He was glad to get out of there.
"Hey man, wait for me I said!" Hashford clambered out of the manhole, the sewer's filthy water still dripping from his soggy sneakers. He was glad to get out of there.
"Man, those rats are just awful," he started to say.
He stopped when he saw Fillmore had his hands in the air; a saucy-looking pre-teen dressed in a sailor's suit had him covered with a tommy-gun. Fillmore looked like he'd just been served rat-souffle.
Hashford adjusted quickly. This could be fun, he thought as he reached for the sky. He smiled at the little girl. She smiled back.
"Glad you could make it. I've already introduced myself to your friend but I don't suppose it will hurt to do it again. Daddy says politeness always helps in these situations. My name is Salome. And now, if you don't mind, get into the car."
