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Tuesday, March 20, 2007
14 North Moore Street
Manhattan
"Ugh, what a day," said Ray, dragging himself away from the lockers and heading for the stairs. "Please don't tell me it's my turn to cook tonight."
"Frankly, Ray, after the sheer number of Class Sixes that tried to take your head off today, I wouldn't trust you anywhere near open flame," said Egon. "Slimer, leave him alone."
The blobby little ghost squeebled and shoved both hands behind his back in a protestation of innocence.
"Yeah, yeah, not buying it," said Venkman. "You heard the man. Vamoose. Winston, you okay there?"
Winston had been hit even harder than Ray; he was still pawing the slime out of his face. "Do I look like I'm okay?" he demanded.
"Didn't think so. Okay, I say we order pizza. Show of hands?"
Three hands went up; Ray just shook his head. "Sorry, Peter," he said. "I'm not feeling very hungry right now. I'm just going to go watch cable for a while."
The discussion of what toppings to order faded behind him as Ray made his way up to the rec room. He plopped ungracefully on the couch and reached for the remote; after a few channel flips (Rome was being postponed until next week), he hit the familiar soporific strains of the assessor on Antiques Roadshow. He smiled wearily and closed his eyes.
"And what do we have here, Miss Tilton?"
"Well, sir, my grandmother received this set of jewelry back when she was just a girl growing up in Massachusetts."
"It's lovely stuff. Is there a story attached to it?"
"Oh, yes. She always said a sailor man visiting her grandfather's tavern liked her service so much he offered to marry her, and when she turned him down he came back not six weeks later and gave her this whole set as a gift."
"That's one insistent sailor! A tiara this size, and of this workmanship- did he say where he got it?"
"Somewhere in the South Pacific, I think."
One of Ray's eyes cracked open at that.
"Well, the designs surely do look Asiatic, but I can't tell whether they're Indian or Chinese. I don't think I've ever seent his kind of proportion on something meant to be worn on a human head, though. I assume it came off a temple sculpture?"
That got both eyes open in a hurry.
14 North Moore Street
Manhattan
"Ugh, what a day," said Ray, dragging himself away from the lockers and heading for the stairs. "Please don't tell me it's my turn to cook tonight."
"Frankly, Ray, after the sheer number of Class Sixes that tried to take your head off today, I wouldn't trust you anywhere near open flame," said Egon. "Slimer, leave him alone."
The blobby little ghost squeebled and shoved both hands behind his back in a protestation of innocence.
"Yeah, yeah, not buying it," said Venkman. "You heard the man. Vamoose. Winston, you okay there?"
Winston had been hit even harder than Ray; he was still pawing the slime out of his face. "Do I look like I'm okay?" he demanded.
"Didn't think so. Okay, I say we order pizza. Show of hands?"
Three hands went up; Ray just shook his head. "Sorry, Peter," he said. "I'm not feeling very hungry right now. I'm just going to go watch cable for a while."
The discussion of what toppings to order faded behind him as Ray made his way up to the rec room. He plopped ungracefully on the couch and reached for the remote; after a few channel flips (Rome was being postponed until next week), he hit the familiar soporific strains of the assessor on Antiques Roadshow. He smiled wearily and closed his eyes.
"And what do we have here, Miss Tilton?"
"Well, sir, my grandmother received this set of jewelry back when she was just a girl growing up in Massachusetts."
"It's lovely stuff. Is there a story attached to it?"
"Oh, yes. She always said a sailor man visiting her grandfather's tavern liked her service so much he offered to marry her, and when she turned him down he came back not six weeks later and gave her this whole set as a gift."
"That's one insistent sailor! A tiara this size, and of this workmanship- did he say where he got it?"
"Somewhere in the South Pacific, I think."
One of Ray's eyes cracked open at that.
"Well, the designs surely do look Asiatic, but I can't tell whether they're Indian or Chinese. I don't think I've ever seent his kind of proportion on something meant to be worn on a human head, though. I assume it came off a temple sculpture?"
That got both eyes open in a hurry.
