Chapter 5
Fenchurch and Ford went downtown but before they went to see the prisoner they stopped at Starbucks to get Ford some coffee so that he would sober up. They finally reached the jail where a scruffy looking man was being held.
Ford spoke first, now that he is sober he makes a bit of sense, "Hello Mr. Dent, this is my sister, I borrowed your bowl of petunias, you can have it back."
"Mr. Dent," Fenchurch cut in, "I've seen your map that's inside the bowl of petunias, have you been to Islington?" She asks, holding up the map to Islington.
"Sure have."
"Can you take us there?"
"I would, but in case you haven't noticed, I'm kind of sentenced to die."
"Oh. Well what did you do?"
Arthur signaled for Fenchurch to move closer and whispered in her ear, "Because I said the word."
"What word?"
"You know, that one you can't say"
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Okay, I said, (his voice dropped to almost inaudible) Belgium."
The guard standing near Arthur punched him in the stomach upon barely hearing that unspeakable word.
"Can you take us to Islington?" asked Fenchurch again in a low voice.
Arthur signaled for Fenchurch to move closer again and acted like he was going to whisper but as he drew closer he suddenly kissed her on the lips and the guards dragged him away to be killed in a very painful way. The Starbucks here does not sell Belgium chocolate coffee here for some bizarre reason.
Fenchurch and Ford went downtown but before they went to see the prisoner they stopped at Starbucks to get Ford some coffee so that he would sober up. They finally reached the jail where a scruffy looking man was being held.
Ford spoke first, now that he is sober he makes a bit of sense, "Hello Mr. Dent, this is my sister, I borrowed your bowl of petunias, you can have it back."
"Mr. Dent," Fenchurch cut in, "I've seen your map that's inside the bowl of petunias, have you been to Islington?" She asks, holding up the map to Islington.
"Sure have."
"Can you take us there?"
"I would, but in case you haven't noticed, I'm kind of sentenced to die."
"Oh. Well what did you do?"
Arthur signaled for Fenchurch to move closer and whispered in her ear, "Because I said the word."
"What word?"
"You know, that one you can't say"
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Okay, I said, (his voice dropped to almost inaudible) Belgium."
The guard standing near Arthur punched him in the stomach upon barely hearing that unspeakable word.
"Can you take us to Islington?" asked Fenchurch again in a low voice.
Arthur signaled for Fenchurch to move closer again and acted like he was going to whisper but as he drew closer he suddenly kissed her on the lips and the guards dragged him away to be killed in a very painful way. The Starbucks here does not sell Belgium chocolate coffee here for some bizarre reason.