WingedKatt here. Just a quick note. This chapter has been one of my favorite ones to read and write so I hope you get as many laughs from it as I do.
Nick pulled into a parking garage at Savanah Central just as the train whistled into the Station. Shifting into park, he turned the key and jumped out. Hitting the lock button on his key fob (and listening to the doors lock), Nick hurried between the other vehicles and into the station itself. Ducking and scurrying his way between the legs of the larger mammals (with it being lunchtime, it was quite crowded), Nick made his way towards the escalators that led to the ground level. Nearing them, he jumped up onto a bench and glanced over to the little café he'd left Judy at and saw her still saying goodbye to Fru-Fru.
Hearing the doors to the train opening and a wall of mammals getting off, Nick turned around and searched the crowds for a moment, then looked back at his honeybun. Raising his voice, he hollered, "Judy!" over the crowd. When she looked over at hearing her name, Nick pointed to himself, then down at the train, then gave her a thumbs up to let her know he'd pick up her sisters.
Judy beamed at him and gave him a returning thumbs up, then watched him jump off the bench he'd been standing on and run for the escalators. Not waiting for the wall of people going down, Nick hopped on the railing and slid down. Judy laughed while watching him and wondered what his errands entailed that put him in such a good mood. She was dying to know where he'd gone and what he picked up, but knew she'd have to wait. "I hate waiting," she mumbled under her breath.
Turning back to Fru-Fru, she listened to her tiny friend tell of a dinner party she wanted to plan for Judy once her leg healed. By then, little Judy would be born and Fru-Fru wanted to get the two Judies together and celebrate.
As Nick slid down the escalator railing, he ignored all the shouts and curses leveled at him. Reaching the bottom, he jumped off and landed lightly on his feet while grinning widely. Sliding down drainpipes was fun, but it paled in comparison to sliding down a railing—or escalators. With a grin, he ran through the crowd to the escalator that led down to the train. After sliding down it, and again ignoring the shouts and curses leveled at him, he looked toward the doors for smaller mammals.
Being unable to see anyone small through the mass of larger animals, Nick ran over and jumped up on a lamppost (holding himself to it with one paw and a foot) and looked over the crowd again. He was looking forward to meeting Judy's sisters and didn't want them to get lost in the crowd. Even hanging off the lamppost, it took a while to find Judy's siblings. There weren't many rabbits that stepped off the train, and only two with a box between them. But it wasn't a couple of Judy's sisters.
Nick scowled at the two bucks standing just off the train and looking around the crowd. It wasn't that he didn't want to meet Judy's brothers, but the two bucks obviously weren't here because they wanted to be. Reading the irritation in their body language and the scowl on their own faces, he knew they'd browbeaten their sisters into staying behind and letting them take Judy's box to her—all because they didn't trust the fox she'd shacked up with. "Specist jerks," he muttered in an inaudible whisper.
With a deep breath, Nick erased the scowl from his features and put his mask back on. Jumping down from the lamppost, he sauntered casually over without a care in the world. By the time he reached them, the two bucks had turned their backs to him as they continued searching the crowd for their wayward sister. With a smirk coming over his features, Nick decided to have some fun with them.
Letting a look of astonishment and a hint of pity spread across his face, Nick spoke up behind them, saying, "When Judy said two of her sisters were coming on the train, I was expecting a couple of pretty females like her, but I have to say, you two are the ugliest does I've ever seen. Aren't rabbit does supposed to have soft curves? Besides Judy, of course. Her curves are nice and tight."
The two bucks (one a medium brown with dark-brown highlights and the other a dark tan with white markings) turned around and glared at him, not at all happy to see the fox Judy had befriended.
Not giving them a chance to speak, Nick continued his monologue, "Judy's beside the point, of course, since she's not a typical bunny." Bringing his paws up and pointing towards the ceiling of the station, he added, "The point is, you two flunked the Cute Bunny Contest. But, hey, no worries. If you signed up for the Ugly Bug Ball, I'm sure you'd win first place."
The two bucks simply glared at him, and, oh, if looks could kill. Nick continued showing off his irritatingly smug grin and noticed right away that he was only looking at one of Judy's brothers. He could see Stu and Bonnie (and a touch of Judy) in the darker buck, but the other one clearly wasn't related. He must be the brother's friend.
"Shut it, fox," Judy's brother spat out. "Where's my sister, pelt?"
"Ooh, such a big vocabulary you have there. Did you learn that in elementary school?" Nick could hear the buck grinding his teeth which caused him to smile all the smugger. Figuring he'd teased the specist jerk long enough (and not wanting to cause a scene), Nick jerked his head and said, "She's this way." Turning around without waiting for a reply, he sauntered back towards the escalators.
Arriving back at Judy's table, he saw that Raymond was standing in front of the table and blocking their view.
"Hey, hey, fox!" Judy's brother hissed in a loud whisper. "Where are you taking us? Where's Judy?"
Nick glanced over to see the two bucks frozen where they stood as they stared at the back of the giant polar bear, their noses twitching in fright.
Nick snickered. "Where do you think?" At their suspicious stare, he added, "She's hiding behind the polar bear, saying goodbye to her friend. Can't you hear them?" He certainly could. Fru-Fru's shrill voice carried easily.
"Now you take care, Judy," the tiny shrew said, "and let me know if you need anything."
"I will. And let me know just as soon as little Judy is born."
"I will, sweetie. Goodbye, now."
"Bye, Fru-Fru."
As Raymond stood up and moved around the table as he headed to the escalator, then outside to the large white limo parked at the back of the VIP parking lot, Judy was revealed sitting at the table. After her friend left the building, Judy turned around to look for Nick and her sisters. Spying Nick, a brilliant smile flashed across her face. At spying the bucks behind him, her smile immediately shifted to a frown.
"Hello, Henry," Judy said with a slight edge to her voice. He was one of her most specist brothers. Glancing at the tan buck beside him, she added, "Billy, was it?" At his nod, she said, "I haven't seen you since high school." Turning her gaze back to her brother, she asked, "Where are Lily and Rachelle?"
Nick had reached Judy's side while she was talking, but at her question he grabbed her shoulder and exclaimed, "You mean they're not your sisters!?" At Judy's confused gaze, he continued, "Thank the great carrot king," he muttered while placing a paw over his heart. "I was sure they were the ugliest does on the planet."
Judy scoffed and tried to hide her snicker. Slugging him lightly in the arm as he sat down beside her, she hissed, "Ni-ick!"
"What?" he asked as he brought his paws up and held them palm out. "You said we were meeting two of your sisters and then they,"—he motioned towards the bucks—"get off the train. I was sure they'd been hit with the ugly stick when they were infants. Or maybe dropped on their heads one too many times." With a shrug, he added, "I suppose if they are bucks, they're not too bad looking." Glancing them over, Nick then turned to Judy. "I don't know, would you consider them good looking for rabbits? I've never paid attention before."
"Ni-ick!" she hissed softly again while giggling.
"What? I'm just asking." Seeing Judy's smile and hearing her laugh encouraged Nick in his fun at her brother's expense.
Judy shook her head and rolled her eyes. Turning back to her brother and his friend, she asked, "So what did you do to Nick that he's being so rude?"
Leaning around Henry (who was giving Nick a death-glare), Billy jabbed his finger towards the irritating todd and exclaimed, "We ain't done nothin to him. He's the one being all rude."
"Well you must have done something," Judy replied. "Nick is only rude to those who are rude to him first."
"We haven't said or done nothing to him," Billy reiterated. "It's the fox who's making all the rude comments. We hadn't even seen him and he was already running his mouth."
Judy tilted her head in thought, then turned a curious glance to Nick. "Well, what do you have to say in your defense?" Her voice was devoid of any anger and a hint of mischievous humor danced in her amethyst gaze.
Nick grinned back at her, then turned to look at her brother and his friend. Bringing a paw up, he rested it on the beveled glass tabletop and extended his claws. Drumming them lightly against the glass, he watched both bucks' eyes grow big and their noses start twitching as they stared at his lethal weapons. Opening his mouth and showing off his sharp canines, he explained, "You being here is rude."
"Excuse me?" Henry spoke coldly.
"You heard me. You simply being here is rude." Shifting slightly in his seat, he continued, "Your sisters were excited to be coming here so they could see Judy and meet me. The fact you're here and not them is rude to them. The reason for you bullying them into staying behind was because you don't trust me. And you don't trust me for the simple fact that I'm a fox. And in not trusting me, you also don't trust your sister or her judgement. The fact that you haven't set her box down tells me that you don't actually intend to drop it off, but are hoping to talk your sister into returning to Bunnyburrow with you—by force if necessary." With a dark smirk, Nick leaned over the table and asked, "Did I miss anything?"
Billy stood with his mouth hanging open in shock at how accurate Nick's deductions were, while Henry merely glared darkly at the red vulpine.
"I thought not," Nick finished.
Judy glared at her brother. "Henry, injury or not, I can still kick your tail two-ways till Sunday so don't even think about forcing me to go home with you," she stated with anger tinging her voice. "I'm staying here." She used her anger at her brother to hide how impressed she felt at Nick's mammal-reading ability and, with his high intelligence, it reminded her why it was no surprise that he'd graduated high school at 16 and law school at 20.
Nick had a brilliant mind and knowing that he and his brilliant mind were all hers left her feeling giddy inside. She knew very well that, if Nick chose, he could probably have any vixen he wanted, and yet he hadn't turned his charms and silver tongue on any of them. He'd saved himself for her and her alone. And now that he found her, he gave himself completely to her, holding nothing back.
Judy found herself hard-pressed to keep the love and affection out of her expression, so she pushed the warm, fluffy thoughts down and focused on her anger. Without ever meeting or hearing of him before, Nick had nailed Henry's personality down to a T. And she wasn't going to stand (or sit as the case may be) for Henry trying to talk her into leaving.
As Judy had been thinking (and trying to hide her feelings for the slick todd beside her) Henry had been grinding his teeth. He didn't like his sister being all chummy with a fox and certainly didn't want to think of her living with him. Who knew what the filthy pelt would do to her once he had her locked in his den? It wasn't right, a rabbit being so close to a filthy fox. And they were close. Instead of sitting on the opposite side of the table, the pelt had his chair right next to his sister—and she didn't even care! It was disgusting.
"Have you forgotten what Gideon did to you?" Henry asked tersely. "Huh? Have you?"
Judy folded her arms and raised her chin slightly while giving her brother a level stare. "No, I haven't." Lifting the paw folded across her left shoulder, she raised it and brushed her cheek where her scars were hidden. "Kinda hard when I carry the scars."
"And yet you're still moving in with this pelt."
Judy's fist smacked the glass table, the sound reverberating through the air. Leaning towards Henry, she hissed, "Stop calling Nick a pelt. He's not one, nor is he anything like Gideon. Furthermore, Gideon apologized to me two days ago and we're all good. I have nothing to fear from Gideon and even less to fear from Nick."
"I can't believe you're defending them. Have you gone mad!? Or has this pelt already gotten his claws into you?"
Judy's jaw dropped as her mind momentarily blanked as flashbacks of last night sprang to mind and exactly what Nick had done with his claws . . . how they'd slid through her fur and caressed her skin . . . along with the brief touch of his teeth on her ears . . . and that sinful tongue of his . . . Judy tried to shake the memories, but it was hard when her body remembered exactly how good it felt to feel his large paws sliding over and teasing her flesh—and they hadn't even done that much! Although she took immense pleasure in peeling Nick's shirt off him, he hadn't even tried to return the favor. He remained respectful of her (which is more than she could say about all the worthless bucks back home) and had gone no further than running his paws (and claws) under her shirt and across her stomach, sides, and lower back. And her tail. She couldn't forget the tail. The way he caressed and teased it was simply criminal. And then the kisses—both the passionate ones they'd shared and the softer ones he'd peppered her face, neck, and shoulders with before following up with his sinful tongue.
A shiver ran down her spine and she tried harder to squash the memories (and the desire they evoked). Nick's snarl beside her did little to help her calm down. Ooh, why did Henry have to bring up his claws. His mind is always in the gutter while chasing easy tails, and then he has the gall to accuse me of loose behavior! Oh, she was mad now.
While Judy's mind took a trip down memory lane, Nick's mind stayed focused on the here and now and a low snarl sounded from his throat at the implication that Judy was playing his whore. As Henry's disgusted (and slightly fearful) gaze shifted to meet his own enraged emeralds, Nick spoke. "Have I run my large paws all over your sister's hot body as some kind of fringe-benefit to being friends with her and allowing her stay in my house?" Nick leaned over the table with the low growl evident in his voice as the tense words rolled between his exposed canines. "No, no I have not—and I never will."
At Henry's and Billy's shocked expressions and fearfully twitching noses, Nick continued with what he'd told Bogo less than an hour ago. "Judy is not a thing. She's not an object. Her body is not a commodity. She's my precious friend, someone to be protected, not used and abused." Sitting back, Nick added, "Which is more than I can say about how you treat all the female friends"—Nick raised his paws and made air quotes when he said 'friends'—"you like to hang out with."
It was Henry's turn to stand with his mouth open, but it was Judy who responded. Punching Nick's arm in excitement (and bringing a pained 'ouh' from him), she said, "How do you do that?"
As Nick rubbed his upper arm (she punched a lot harder when she was excited), he asked, "What did I tell you about finding a different spot to punch me?" Judy rolled her eyes, and Nick continued, "No, I'm serious. My arm is painfully bruised right now."
Judy gave him a, 'Are you serious?' look, but at Nick's steady, serious gaze as he continued rubbing his upper arm, her expression fell, and concern entered her shining amethysts. "Really? I bruised your arm?"
"Carrots, you've been punching roughly the same spot for the last two days—of course, it's bruised. Your light punches aren't bad." With a smirk, he said, "Usually I find your punches more funny than painful"—Judy glared at him—"but your excited punches," he tilted his head in thought, "those feel more like sledgehammers."
Judy's expression fell further, but before she could say anything, Nick suddenly shifted his attention back to the two bucks still standing a few feet away. Pointing a clawed finger at Henry, he said, "Which brings me back to my second point—with as strong as Judy is, and as violent as she can be when she's excited or irritated, can you honestly see her letting me, or any male, use her? To put their paws all over her?" Pointing his clawed finger at Judy, he added, "Because I can see a world of hurt for anyone trying to touch Fluff, here, without her permission." With a knowing grin, he added, "And possibly a hospital visit."
Judy reclined back in her chair and casually folded her arms across her chest. Impressed once again by her boyfriend's skills (this time his acting skills and that silver tongue of his), for he was able to give the impression they'd never touched and that Judy wouldn't let him—all without telling a single lie. It was all in how he worded his sentences and drew upon Henry's own experience with her and her past actions to paint a picture that was so far from reality (and yet completely believable) that it was comical. Holding back a snicker while focusing on Henry and Billy, she asked, "Yeah, Henry, how many bucks have I let touch me?"
Henry ground his teeth again as the todd was correct in assessing Judy. She'd always gotten violent with bucks who refused to take no for an answer, and everyone called her the Ice Queen.
Billy, on the other hand, gaped at Nick, then pointed a finger at him and exclaimed, "How do you do that!"
Nick tilted his head. "Do what?" It was the same question Judy had asked, and he wasn't sure what they were referring to.
"Read them like that? You described them both perfectly."
"Oh, that's easy," Nick replied. Pointing to his eyes, he explained, "I have excellent eyesight, an eye for detail, and years of experience." Waving his paw through the air on this last pronouncement, he then continued, "In short, I watch, and I learn." Leaning back in his chair, a smug grin on his face, he pointed to Henry and stated, "He's a player and you can find his kind in the thousands here in Zootopia, but I didn't need my eyesight to know that one. His scent says it all." This last statement left Henry and Judy stunned as they realized Nick must be smelling the doe Henry had been with that morning, while Billy remained baffled. Nick didn't elaborate, though, but glanced at Judy as he continued, "Fluff, here, is a violent, over-enthusiastic workaholic—the kind that any successful business in Zootopia has one or more at the corporate level."
"Nick!" Judy laughed and punched him again. She wasn't sure whether she should take his words as a compliment or not.
"Ouh." Nick rubbed his arm and glared at Judy. Although the punch was much lighter, it still hurt as it was the same spot she'd been punching him all day.
Judy brought her paws up to her mouth, and whispered, "I'm sorry, Nick."
"You know what? Here." Standing up, Nick moved his chair around to the other side of Judy and sat back down. "There, this arm isn't bruised yet."
With paws still covering her mouth, she repeated, "I really am sorry, Nick."
"Yeah, whatever, Fluff," he said with a dismissive wave.
Before either could say anything else, Henry spoke up again, his voice accusatory, "Why do you let him call you such derogatory names?"
Both Nick and Judy looked over, but it was Judy who answered, saying, "Nick gives everyone nicknames. If he's using your real name, then you know he's being serious."
"But he hasn't given us any nicknames," Billy pointed out.
"Of course, I did. I just haven't used them yet." Looking the two over, Nick then added, "But I guess they don't fit anymore, since you're not females."
"Huh?" Billy voiced.
"When I saw you get off the train, I immediately thought of calling you two Unsightly and Homely"—Henry's teeth grinding was quite audible causing Nick to grin wider"—but since you're bucks I'll have to come up with something else." Humming in thought a moment, he then wondered, "Tweedledee and Tweedledum?" Nick glanced the rabbits over again. "No. Not round enough." With his expression brightening, he suddenly sat up straighter and exclaimed, "I know—" he pointed to the two of them—"Thing 1 and Thing 2!" Turning to glance at a snickering Judy, Nick whispered, "Those were some of my favorite books as a kit."
Watching Judy trying to hold back her laughter, Nick felt his time was well spent, even if it was at the expense of her specist brother and his friend.
...
On the other side of the large Savanah Central Square, Bogo and Bransen hurried up the courthouse steps and entered the building. Flashing their badges, they passed through security and strode purposefully down the hall leading to Judge Daphyd Princeton's office.
Rapping his hoof against the door, Bogo was relieved when "Enter" was heard through the thick wood. Pushing the hardwood door open, he and Bransen walked into the spacious office.
"Well, hello, Chief," the stately elk with an impressive rack of antlers said. "How may I be of service to you?"
"Well," Bogo began, "I have a matter to discuss with you about a mutual acquaintance of ours and I was hoping we could do it over lunch."
"Oh?" Judge Princeton queried. "And who might that be?"
"Nicholas P. Wilde."
The judge's expression immediately brightened, and he asked, "And what is my favorite lawyer up to these days? He hasn't been around for the last few years and I miss seeing him in court. He's not in any trouble, is he?"
"No, no. He's not in any trouble," the Chief assured him. "He just asked me to have you sign something for him, and then I have a few questions about his time in court."
"Show me the paper then," Princeton said without hesitation. "I'll sign it and we can head to lunch where I'll regal you with Nicholas's courtroom escapades." With a wide smile, he added, "His court cases have always been my favorite to preside over."
Bogo and Bransen just stood with their mouths gaping open. Wilde was Princeton's favorite lawyer? The fact that Wilde was a lawyer was news to Bransen, so hearing this was a double surprise to him. For Bogo, even knowing Wilde had an attorney's license, the Chief never expected to hear anyone say he was their favorite lawyer, and certainly not one of Zootopia's most esteemed judges. And the fact that the elk didn't even ask what the paper was, but immediately agreed to sign it, told both officers just how much the judge trusted the fox's integrity.
Snapping out of his shocked stupor, Bogo reached into his pocket and handed Wilde's ZPA application over to the eager elk.
As Princeton took the paper and glanced it over, his eyebrows rose and then he chuckled as he grabbed a pen and preceded to sign his name, saying, "So Nicholas is moving on from prosecuting criminals to catching them. This should be interesting. I can expect to see a lot more criminals coming through my courtroom, then. It's a shame he can't prosecute them as well as catch them."
As Bogo took the signed application back, Bransen asked, "Has he prosecuted a lot of criminals in the past?"
Princeton shook his head. "Unfortunately, not. I would give anything to see him hired on as our chief prosecutor." With a sour expression, he leaned forward and jabbed his hoof at the mammals across from him. "Do you know what the city did to him the one-time Nicholas stood in court as the prosecutor?" the elk ground out hotly. "They made him sign a contract stating he'd do it pro-bono!" It was obvious the judge saw this as a gross negligence of justice. "Had anyone else but Nicholas been there as the prosecutor, that cesspool of evil that dared call herself a mammal, would have run circles around him and played the jury like she was some misguided victim. Most of her crimes would have been dismissed by the jury and I would have been lucky to slap the vicious vixen with a 10-year sentence. I wouldn't have been surprised if she walked after 5 years with probation."
Both Bogo and Bransen glanced at each other, then Bogo asked, "But Wilde got her a longer sentence?"
Princeton beamed. "A longer sentence?" The stately elk laughed. "Nicholas made sure all the charges stuck and she's now serving life. Her first chance at parole won't be for another 55 years." Leaning forward, Princeton pointed a hoof at them again and said, "And you can be sure that Nicholas will be there at the parole board to make sure she stays there."
Neither Bogo nor Bransen knew what to make of the judge's description of the red todd. It was so far out of character of any fox they'd heard of that it left them both speechless. Finally, Bransen murmured, "Vixen? Nicholas prosecuted one of his own?"
Princeton chuckled again. "I don't think Nicholas considered her a fox. She was too evil to even consider her a mammal." Tilting his head and scratching the thick ruff of his neck, he muttered, "Now what did Nicholas call her?" He sat in thought for a minute, then turned his attention back to his guests. "Oh, I remember now. A stinking tar pit. That's how he described her." Swiveling his chair around, Princeton looked at several framed pictures on the bookshelf behind him, then said, "Yep, here it is."
Picking up a small photo, he swiveled back around and handed it to the Chief. "That's a postcard Nicholas picked up for me. Said whenever I was feeling down or stressed, I could look at that and laugh while remembering how the stinking tar pit hung herself." With a chuckle, the elk added, "It works every time." The elk's laughter died down and murmured, "I haven't looked at it for a year or more. Good times, those."
Bogo and Bransen looked over the photo in surprise. It showed a picture of two of the tar pits at the Zootopia Prehistoric Museum. The pits were picturesque with lush vegetation and a skin of reflective water over the top, but couldn't hide the models of prehistoric mammals caught in the thick, black tar.
"What was her name?" Bogo asked, as he had a sinking feeling he already knew.
The judge's smile broadened. "A silver vixen you both know well, as you, Chief Bogo, were heading the investigation, and I believe you were on his team, Officer Bransen." As the two officers glanced at each other, then back at the judge, Princeton stated, "Nakita Silvertail."
Bogo groaned as his guess was correct, while Bransen's jaw dropped. Both were very familiar with the female, as they both tracked her throughout the city. Once they caught up to her and she was hauled into the station, they had to then catalogue the thousands of pieces of evidence they found at her various hideouts. It had been a long and tedious process (and quite nauseating at times when they saw what she'd been up to), and both, along with the other officers helping out, were quite glad when the case closed and the court date had been set.
Branson finally shut his mouth and turned to the Chief. "Wasn't that the last case you had before you were promoted as Chief of Precinct One?"
"Yes," the water buffalo groaned. "And if I were a betting mammal, I'd bet that a lot of those leads and anonymous calls we received that led to her arrest were orchestrated by Wilde."
Princeton perked his ears at this statement, but it was Bransen who spoke. "Are you saying that Wilde was responsible for the two biggest cases that made your career and set you on the path to becoming chief?" The bear was incredulous. Foxes weren't very large and were repeatedly looked down on by just about every other mammal, so to have one do the groundwork for two of the biggest busts of the last two decades—it left him completely speechless.
Bogo groaned again. "It looks like it." Bogo didn't want to think about owing the smug vulpine anything else, and he knew if the slick todd ever found out he helped put the Chief in the chief's chair, he'd never hear the end of it.
Judge Princeton clapped his hooves together and stood. "This is marvelous. You must tell me all about it." After removing his judge's robe, he stepped around his desk, saying, "Come, there's this restaurant around the corner with a delightful lunch buffet. We'll grab some plates, sit down, and discuss Nicholas's stunning performances."
Sweeping out the door, Princeton made his way down the hallway, a wide, excited smile gracing his mouth. Glancing over his shoulder, he spoke to the two large officers trailing behind him. "When you see Nicholas the next time, tell him he must join me for lunch again. I always keep a seat open for him at the buffet when I'm there and I miss our conversations."
Bogo and Bransen were once again left speechless by the judge's praise and sincere words regarding the red vulpine. In coming here, they'd hoped to learn more about the todd who aspired to be the first fox on the force, but what they discovered showed a depth to the smug vulpine that neither could have ever imagined. It gave Bogo another helping of humble pie as he realized just how severely he'd underestimated and misjudged the cheeky red fox—and gave him a stronger determination to see Wilde on the force.
WingedKatt again. So what did you think of Nick's smart mouth and the revelation Judge Princeton gave Bogo? Next chapter will see Finnick return, we'll get a glimpse into the Big's mansion, and Bogo will be running late from his lunch meeting with Princeton. So stay tuned for another exciting chapter.
Chapter 37: Something to Celebrate, will post on Wednesday. I hope you all have a great weekend and if you have any thoughts, comments, or questions I'd love to hear them.
FYI: For those of you who are unfamiliar with them, Tweedledee and Tweedledum are 2 characters from Alice in Wonderland, and Thing 1 and Thing 2 are the friends and helpers of The Cat and the Hat by Dr. Seuss.
