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The Case @ Henry the Adequate
My name is Henry the Adequate, and I am a superhero
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  • The Case

    Posted on June 4th, 2007 Ben 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….

    “Henry!”

    “Huh?”

    “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.”

     

    One response to “The Case”

    1. ok. funny. LOL