Another Dinner Party wish is about to be answered…
“The stupid is strong in this one.”
Augustine Stiles held a lined index card in one hand, fanning his interminably moist face. He never actually sweated. His skin seemed to ooze slime like a frog. Augustine held the card out to his personal secretary.
“That’s not your usual selection criteria,” Jasper accepted the card from Augustine’s outstretched, clammy, hand.
Carefully reading the wish – written in a clumsy, childish script with a surprising number of misspelled words in such a short paragraph – Jasper merely nodded his head in agreement.
“Not so much stupid as naïve,” he said. “I’ll begin preparations tomorrow.”