The CasePosted on June 4th, 2007 1 comment
“Shut the fuck up, Henry.” Well, it’s nice to know even in this weird dream-remembering my sister is unchanged. Except for her name. And the other thing. I am prepared to face the other thing now, but for a small voice somewhere in the wilderness of my shattered mind.
It cries out, urgently, this voice, as though there is something really really important I have forgotten. “Henry!” it calls, “Henry! What about the case? The Case Henry!”
But I am gone… gone…. gone….
“You going to help me?” she asks, pensively. She? Who?
“Ice?” It is Ice. It is two weeks ago. This is the case. Damn you, small voice. I was sooo damn ready to face the other thing too. “Say, did I ever give you that dollar?”
“Uh, no,” she says with a slightly shifty look, as though she is lying or something, “But that doesn’t matter right now. What about the case?”
Yes, the case. What was the case about again? Uh… I lean back in my leather office chair, wisely putting on an air of deep contemplation, while carefully considering a suitable response. Because, you know, it is kinda embarrassing when you forget what you were supposed to be doing.
“What’s up Henry, you look a bit…” and she pauses as though searching for a suitable word. Studious perhaps. Intense. Wise. Thoughtful. “… constipated.”
“No no,” I explain, dismissively, “I am Henry the Adequate, and I am a superhero. Superheros do not get constipated.” Well except for that one time, but that’s a whole different story - a story of treachery and deceit, and evil constipatory powers. (Damn you, Bees Knees)
“Anyway,” I continue, ignoring the look she is currently giving me. It is an extremely familiar look, so I am going to assume it is something akin to respect. Yes, that is probably it. “I am on the case.”
“Have you found them yet?”
Found them. Them? Stall, Henry. “Yes, I am on the case. The case is underneath me, uneasily supporting my weight, on the verge of cracking, at which point it will spill all of its contents all over the floor. I am afraid that when the case bursts open, everybody will be able to see your dirty laundry.” OK, perhaps I have taken the analogy a bit too far, but, you know, stalling. What the hell was this case about anyway?
“Great.” To my surprise she seems relieved. “I really need those knickers.”