#51 I, Isabel Scheherazade, See the Guy, but Pop Takes Charge before I Can Charge Him–the guy, not Pop.

by storytellerisabel

We head for the door, but have to wait for a small group of people who have just climbed the steps and are going through the metal detectors.

And I see him.

I SEE THE GUY. THE KILLER. RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. I stare.

Pop and Mimi stare, too.

Pop goes into a low-pitched explaining voice.

You know how when they have the golf tournaments on TV, and the play-by-play announcer uses this whisper voice, probably because he’s broadcasting right there on the golf green, near the golfers?  Well, that’s what Pop does.  He bends over so he’s speaking right into my ear.  As soon as they go through the detectors, we’re going Right. Out. The. Door.

I immediately put on my stubborn, determined face and tense my body like I’m going to disobey. I even begin figuring if I can out run Pop.

I mean this is all so Not Me, it’s scary.

Pop takes my wrist. And does he have a strong grip for someone his age! He holds onto me like I’m one of the twins who need Big Time Tending.

And we walk.

Right. Out. The. Door.

End of caper.

Isabel Scheherazade–who’s glad I’ve landed up with Mimi and Pop even though we’ve got our differences, as they say.

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