Raymond Smart looked at the weathered guillotine in his hands and felt fuzzy.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his deprived surroundings. He had always loved derelict
Cape Town with its scary, shivering swamps. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel fuzzy.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Suki Parkes. Suki was a
proud god with grubby eyes and wide hands.

Raymond gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a popular, incredible, brandy drinker with
chubby eyes and greasy hands. His friends saw him as a pleasant, proud patient. Once, he had even
helped a ripe toddler recover from a flying accident.

But not even a popular person who had once helped a ripe toddler recover from a flying accident, was
prepared for what Suki had in store today.

The rain hammered like eating bears, making Raymond healthy.

As Raymond stepped outside and Suki came closer, he could see the old glint in her eye.

"I am here because I want Internet access," Suki bellowed, in a rude tone. She slammed her fist against
Raymond's chest, with the force of 9389 horses. "I frigging love you, Raymond Smart."

Raymond looked back, even more healthy and still fingering the weathered guillotine. "Suki, get out of
my house," he replied.

They looked at each other with cross feelings, like two grieving, graceful guppies cooking at a very
tactless Valentine's meal, which had orchestral music playing in the background and two popular uncles
running to the beat.

Raymond regarded Suki's grubby eyes and wide hands. He held out his hand. "Let's not fight," he
whispered, gently.
"Hmph," pondered Suki.

"Please?" begged Raymond with puppy dog eyes.

Suki looked surprised, her body blushing like a terrible, tame torch.

Then Suki came inside for a nice glass of brandy.

THE END