Three Days Later …

THESE TWO GUYS SHOW UP

On My Pinterest Feed … 

Asking Questions About Jacques.

All I Did Was A Write An Original True Story – Re-Post (Warmed Over)Eulogizing My Beloved French Tutor.

Damn, The Only Stuff I Follow On Pinterest Are Hipster Douche Man Buns/Braids, Vintage Cars and Shih Tzu’s.

 

SO, WHAT’S UP WITH THE INQUISITION?

I Told Them Everything I Knew About Jacques … 

We’d Lived Together For A Couple Years.  By The Time I Was 9, He’d Left.  Vanished. 

Back To Serve In The French Foreign Legion?

Not Another French Word From His Pull Cord.  Though I Do Receive A Blank Postcard Every Christmas From Algeria.  So, Really, I Mean, He Could Be?

 

THE GINGER ONE

Never Flinched … 

The Blonde With The Night Stick At Least Cracked A Smile

When I Said He Looked Like Robert Redford Brad Pitt Eminem.

… Said They Be In Touch.  Like That.  Slim Shady.

 

WHAT’S WITH THE FACIAL SCARS?

Jacques Had An Identical One … 

Carved On His Right Cheek Bone.

I Noticed An Identical Tattoo Engraved On All Three.

A Mysterious Secret Society Known As Hasbro … 

 

I’M NOT CALLING IT A CONSPIRACY

Surely, It’s More Than A Rinky-Dinky Coincidence, When After 40 Years … 

Special Police From The Navy Show Up In My Inbox.

Wearing Military Issue Dog Tags – White Sailor Hats – And Fancy Bell-Bottomed Jumpsuits. 

It Doesn’t Get More Serious Than Onesies, Y’all.   

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