Chapter 13: Day 11, Arrogance
Peter Umbly finds his way into the bungalow, completely unannounced. He discovers me in the kitchen. I’m at the counter chopping a pineapple for a mixed drink with rum, listening to something Latin on the radio. Of course I’m somewhat surprised to see him bounce in the back door. The stationary store owner wears shorts, a straw hat, expensive looking sunglasses, and sandals. He takes the sunglasses and hat off and places them on the counter. Next, he turns to me and questions, “I do hope you don’t mind some company?”
“Of course,” I politely concede to his intrusive visit and continue with my fruit chopping.
He leans into the counter, crosses his ankles, and says rather ineffectively, “Do I stand a chance with your sexy body aligning to my own, or are you f*
