My Dear MacCallister,
I came across this gal who said she was from Barbados. Not bad, I thought, .
Nice looking gal and real posh accent. Discovered she was born here and lived here practically all her life except for a short spell in Barbados which she visits on a regular basis. I know why now of course, but at the time I thought I’d hit the jackpot. C’mon, a dame that looks like that, and with travel money to burn!? I was in for the kill, I’ll tell you.
Took her out a few times. Introduced her to some friends o mine, not the family friends mind you,(remembered my training thank heavens) and was so flicking sure I was on to a good one, I started daydreaming …..
Then I started wondering. Why hadn’t she introduced me to any of her friends? Didn’t she have any? Two months in and all I knew was she had a sister, no brothers, and a dad somewhere.
Well I started poking around a bit. No one knew much. Workplace knew little – she was hardly there- and cynicism from a Barbadian guy she spoke to at a wine bar I took her to (she isn’t keen on alcohol she says). She’d gone to the ladies so I took a chance to interrogate him like, and most all he did was sneer.
So right away I put my guys onto her. The report? Stay away from that one unless you’re bringing her down. Say what!!!?
Could ave blown me down!!
Tell you, I nearly came a-cropper. Turns out she is one of THEM. Not WORKING for them, but ONE of them! Jeeze! Got grown kids too!
Just goes to show, eh? Never fall for a gal in a blue wig.
Keep the postcards coming an I’ll try to drop you a line again soonest. I’m up to Hertfordshire for a couple weeks at the Studio, so no communication as you know.
friends for life,
P.S. the missus say hi.