Cigs (thanks Jennifer)

Muriel Breit was our go-to person when it came to anything that had to do with movies. That hardly ever happened in our work – we run the Little Detective Agency, me and Bernie, maybe a good time to mention that, specializing in missing children cases, such as the Madison Chambliss case, for example. That’s in Dog On it. Sometimes, like in Thereby Hangs A Tail, we take on other kinds of work. Princess! Whew. I’ll never forget her, although actually …

Where was I? Oh, yeah. Muriel Breit. We didn’t see her often, on account of whatever I was just mentioning. She lived near the college, maybe taught the kids about movies. She was tall, with strange hair like the wind was always blowing at her face, and smoked cigarettes, lots of them. A nice smell, cigarette smoke. I’m all for it. Muriel also had a raspy voice. I liked that, too. And I liked the biscuit she gave me before she took the film out of the can and stuck it on her machine. In fact, I liked everything about Muriel.

“Care to tell me what you’ve got here?” she said, a cigarette bobbing up and down in the corner of her mouth.

“No idea,” said Bernie. “Let’s find out.”


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One Response to “Cigs (thanks Jennifer)”

  1. Jennifer
    5:34 am on July 14th, 2009

    Ah yes, the legendary Tallulah Bankhead voice, strangely alluring. The faint fragrance of a really REALLY good cig on the evening breeze. Evocative of Stardust, don'tcha know. Golden age of Hollywood and all that. Sigh. Sweet nostalgia, before we knew what tobacco actually held for its devotees….

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