Village Squire, 1978-11, Page 31a week. His firm were getting more and more mural
assignments, and one of these was becoming the talk of the
town. "Bands of Angels" depicted a series of ravishing, scantily
clad blondes in various poses, each accompanied by a small
brown cupid aping the gestures of the larger companion. They
were witty and often sharply satyrical.
In that stretch of more than three years since we first met, 1
never saw Willie with a girl, nor did the wife to whom he still
made casual references ever appear with him.
Then it happened. It was a hot July day that badgered one to
take French leave and head somewhere, anywhere out of the 32°
heat with its humidity to match. "Let's call it quits for the day,"
suggested Willie." and I'll take you up to King for a swim and to
meet my wife. I've been planning for ages to ask you up, but the
job just seems to get more demanding and a fellow has to make it
while he can."
"Fine."
Less than an hour later we were turning into Whitaker's
driveway. The mini -estate spoke clearly of the success of its
owner. The car was not air-conditioned but the house was and
what a relief it was to step into the cool of the livingroom.
There was no one to greet us and as two tall cool ones were
poured at the bar, 1 prepared to hear a neat white lie to explain
the absence of the non-existant wife. As we sipped our drinks, I
began to wonder if the angels in the murals were the visible
extention of the dreams of a lonely man who would never come
any closer to feminine companionship.
We finished our drinks. Whitaker rose and beckoned to me.
"Let's go find my wife and Junior."
We moved out to the well landscaped rear of the property
through a pair of French doors and out onto a raised patio. "Ho!
Brawn in, Ho! Billy Boy," he shouted in his deep bass".
A moment later there appeared along a gravel path that lead
into a bit of shrubbery that evidently concealed a pool, a small
chubby lad, naked as the day he was born and dripping wet*He
was followed a moment later by one of the most ravishing women
1 ever set eyes en. Clad only in the scantiest of bikinis, she swung
a bathing cap in her left hand. Freed of the cap. a cascade of fair
hair fell to her waist. Ravishing. indeed, a mild adjective for so
faultless a woman.
Oh! did I forget to say that Mrs. Whitaker as she approached
us along the path. probed lightly with a slender white wand as
she moved.
My host turned to me gravely. "I am her eyes. and she ----
There was no need to finish.
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