TALES FROM THE PORTABLE CONFESSIONAL

TWELFTH CONFFESION: Mah Poncho

Zazie had been pushed too far this time. He could live with Midvalley stealing the remote. He could live with Midvalley playing with the sandworms. He could even live with him playing his stupid saxophone when SOME people were trying to sleep, but taking his poncho was just too much, and now it was time for (bwa ha ha) REVENGE.

It hadn't taken the child long to find Nicholas D. Wolfwood. He was sitting in the kitchen, half-smiling, with a dazed look on his face, watching one Millie Thompson gorge herself on pudding.

Perfect, thought Zazie, and he walked over.

"Mr. Wolfwood?" Zazie asked in his best childish voice.

"Yes?" asked the priest, with an unusually kind smile on his face.

"I have a confession to make." Zazie said slowly.

"Yesss?" asked Wolfwood, seeming a little nervous now.

"Well, you see. I've been keeping a secret and I need to tell somebody, and.." Zazie trailed off.

"What/" Wolfwood asked suspiciously.

"Wellll," damn, Zazie was a good actor, "last week I saw Midvalley come home late," he pause dramatically, "with HER!"

Millie continued to eat, unaware she was being spoken of.

"WHAT?!"

Oh, yes, Zazie was good.