Storybook 1: Lola's Revenge, Part 12
Continued from here.
While Juan was spying on his Lola, the old but definitely sexy toothless lady entered the house of her dapper neighbor. “Dap-py,” she sang out, “I’m heeeere.
But there was no answer. “Daps?” Lola cooed. She entered the kitchen and saw the dinner that her neighbor was preparing for tonight: steamed mountain rice and a platter of longganisang Lukban. “Oooh, sausage!” Lola squealed – and then realized, suddenly, that she was all alone in the house.
Where was Dappy?
She decided to quickly look around the house. Now was her chance to get at this guy’s tampipi. Copying and pasting heavily from Juan’s friend Northeast Sky, Lola:
“went to her neighbor's bedroom, went down on her knees, and reached for the tampipi under the bed. It was heavier than she thought. So now, there it was. She cradled the container on her knees, but hesitated. Should she do it? Should she open it and look at what was inside?”
While Juan was spying on his Lola, the old but definitely sexy toothless lady entered the house of her dapper neighbor. “Dap-py,” she sang out, “I’m heeeere.
But there was no answer. “Daps?” Lola cooed. She entered the kitchen and saw the dinner that her neighbor was preparing for tonight: steamed mountain rice and a platter of longganisang Lukban. “Oooh, sausage!” Lola squealed – and then realized, suddenly, that she was all alone in the house.
Where was Dappy?
She decided to quickly look around the house. Now was her chance to get at this guy’s tampipi. Copying and pasting heavily from Juan’s friend Northeast Sky, Lola:
“went to her neighbor's bedroom, went down on her knees, and reached for the tampipi under the bed. It was heavier than she thought. So now, there it was. She cradled the container on her knees, but hesitated. Should she do it? Should she open it and look at what was inside?”
posted by tampipi at 12/23/2005 02:11:00 PM
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