[yvanleterrible]

Again, Leterrible awoke to the protest from his bladder. He had to calm it. He thought. “If this place was a hospital then there should be a... yes! “He could barely make out the shape of a bedpan on the night table. Rapidly he made for it but dropped the dang thing on the concrete floor. BLANG BADANG DANG!!!The snoring from the figure in the corner stopped abruptly with a sharp snort. The man slowly sat up, regained his bearings and slowly stood to reach for the light switch on the wall.

Leterrible roared: “Can’t a man do his dooty in peace?”

The stranger cleared his throat, looked in his direction, paused as to wake up and said: “So you’re still alive you old coot!”

Now who in this world would ever dare to straight out insult Leterrible in such a cavalier manner? That stranger was standing in front of the light on the corner table so he still could not make out his identity... though the voice sounded slightly familiar!

The stranger continued: “You, my old foe have a lot of questions to answer to! Like what are you bloody doing in Cuba?”

Startled, Leterrible did not know what to say.

“... And what’s this business with the poker table and chairs you had delivered here, this is quite a ways from Québec if I might add!”
“And what is it that scared you out of consciousness anyway?” He said in a sarcastic tone.

“Who are you?” replied Leterrible.

The stranger slowly retreated to the wall and flipped the second switch, the one to the overhead incandescent lights; he slowly pulled off his hat, raised his head and said: “You happy now?”

“What! Nable, you bloody idiot, what are you doing... you left the shop without surveillance, you irresponsible worm? Who’s taking care of it now? Why did you come here... who..?”

Leterrible was as red as a beet, breathing hard, and half choking in his breath as he kept vociferating.

Nable held up his hand to quiet the old man and said: “My name is not Nable...”

Leterrible just shut up like no one ever did him do.

“My name is Wally Dee Elke. I’m a special agent with the RCMP and I’ve been assigned to infiltrate your shop to find out about your ties to known communists...”

There was a long silence.

“Well! ... Answer! ... Cat got your tongue?”

And by the way Cat is taking care of the shop, whatever the poor state you’ve left it in. She’s hired people, contacted real clients and is doing better than you ever did...”

Leterrible suddenly felt ashamed. He’d always felt his daughter to be just a kid and never thought that she could be his equal and better. But it wasn’t the moment to discuss this. His bladder made sure of it. So he reached to the floor for the bedpan and took it, raised it for Nable/Elke to see and said:

“Do you mind, I’d really need a little privacy and... could you undo this cuff?”

He rattled it. Elke, feeling mistrustful, did not move. Leterrible grinned, went red in the face and farted; just to let him know that his need was serious. Immediately Elke reached to his pocket to find the key, but thought better than reaching next to him, threw the key on the cot and started to leave the room.

“I’ll be in the hallway. Just holler when you’re done, it’s the only thing you ever did anyway!” he snorted sarcastically.

“Alllllellllluuuuiiiiiaaaaa....Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!! !!!!!!”

Prayer done Leterrible tidied up and sat back down to ponder on his options. Nable was an RCMP agent! He just couldn’t believe that. Thinking back he still couldn’t find any indication that Nable could be an agent although he did notice that funny accent he took for Newfie, but that was normal n Québec.

Suddenly, at that moment the air crackled and buzzed and a human image appeared in front of the cot...