I've just returned from an emergency meeting with BC.
I'm afraid I lost my temper with him
I told him. I told him straight.
'How could you miss the 1000 kisses??' I shouted at him.
'They weren't very deep!', he whimpered.
I said, 'but didn't you spot the significance of 1000?, damn you'
He didn't like the damn you bit but I was forceful on behalf of Helven.
'She should have said deep. She should have said deep!', he cried uncontrollably.
'And you let me tell her 32 kisses!!!', I replied in a controlled yet fearful way.
'What shall we do Pete?. Tell me. What shall we do?'
'I'll get us out of this mess. Accept the 1000 kisses whether they be deep or not'
BC sat quietly and pondered his I Spy book. He looked down and nodded nervously.
'I think we can get away with it otherwise our scheme will be undone'
'Don't let anyone hear you say that BC. We have too much to lose', I said with an air of authority that hung in the air like a hawk spying it's prey on a cold, calm winter's morning just like last Wednesday.
BC looked up and his stare met mine. I could sense our common origins surfacing in a upheaval of emotion.
I wanted him to say 'Thankyou for all that you have done. Don't let them see me like this. Be my protector and I will make you a Big Chief'
He didn't say those words. He didn't even say any combination of them.
His eyes narrowed and the whimpering turned into anger.
'What about Jo??', he asked in a questionable way that demanded a truthful response that would help maintain my position as his right hand man. I tried to act innocent.
' I know not what you ask'
'What about Jo?', he repeated, ' the hopeless little screen '
'Don't call Jo a hopeless little screen', I tried.
BC's stare caused me to consider my position which was now bent double in apology. I didn't think he had noticed my one and only error. He believed me to be faultless but now I had been found out.
'But Lizzytysh's wonderful description of the hopeless little screen was so wonderful that the wonder of it was wonderous ', I tried,'I didn't spot Jo's until it was too late and I prayed that it would go unnoticed'
'You are dealing with Jo here. You should have realised. I am disappointed in you. Jo is not to be messed with. SORT IT!'
'Yes sir', was the only reply I could muster, yet it sufficed just like a hawk being sufficed after it has eaten it's prey on a cool, stormy morning just like last Friday.
'I'll sort it', I whimpered..
'AND DON'T FORGET THE POINTS FOR ALL THE OTHER I SPYS WHICH HAVE COME IN TODAY', BC bellowed.
'Yes sir'
Pete