I put “The Big Creep” down when she wafted through the door with enough waft to make a blindman’s nose throw off it’s crutches and smile.
Eve Angelica has a radio show, “Profane Readings Of Sacred Tex”, every sunny mourning right after “The Braising Hussey”.
Her main interest is Male In Money.
She needs enough to build her “For Squares Hostel”.
She has a gossip choir that could give chills to an iceman.
Last I heard she’d been kid-napped.
In fact she always seemed to be kidding about napping.
She claims the last four abductions she had to arrange herself.
In other words, she’s up for grabs.
So I was surprised when she told me she needed someone she could bank on to feel safe.
She needed someone she could walk with, hand in hand, yet still feel harms apart.
I was beginning to feel flattened.