Claude had totally changed. He felt like it was the Summer of Love all over again, so sometime in the late 60's, we wasent sure when. He had cleaned up his tunnel to make it nice for Sumo. Added drapes and curtains. And took lots of photos. He and Sumo now walked down 5th avenue. It was time to get a new suite. When he saw Shanghai Tang on 57th Street he knew that was where he had to go. He realized that Sumo was not from Shanghai, but it sounded like a good idea.
Maggie pushed the table to the floor with one hand, while scanning with her pistol with the other. Her breathing was hard and laboured. She could not belive it. She was almost blinking back tears. Hatred spilled out of her in waves strong enough to shatter glass. The hatered was not for sumo.
Claude had found a nice set up clothes. And as he reached to pay for it, he smiled down at sumo. He was glad that he had bought real estate in the village in the late 1960s. In fact, he owned 1/2 of Fulton and a 1/3 of Bleecker. He told the cashier "Ill wear it out". He changed clothes. And hummed "Putting on the RItz" as we walked down 57th.
Maggie fell to her knees. He wasnt here. He was out. But he would be back and Maggie would be ready and after 30 years she would have her revenge.
about Sumo
Sumo is Elaine's #1 Marathon Running Fan. Sadly, Elaine lost Sumo somewhere during her work commute from Midtown West to Midtown East. Building security checked for Sumo everywhere, but he was no where to be found. Luckily, Sumo was found by a young British boy vacationing in NY. He took it back to his parents home in Notting Hill, but he himself dropped it while skipping down to the Picadilly line. The Sumo was then found again and put on Ebay...
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