"Of course."
"But yogis are above things of the flesh."
Uncle Peter looked me straight in the eye. "Maybe the yogis are, but I'm
not."
There seemed nothing else to discuss, so I left Uncle Peter's chambers
and went back to Joe's Tavern. My mind, now at ease, was filled again
with thought of the honeymoon to come. I would pick up Joy and we would
be off to pink-tinted lands.
But there was a slight hitch. When I arrived at Joe's Tavern, Joy was
gone.
I inquired of the barkeep and he brought me up to date. "That screwy
dame that can throw a guy around? Sure, she was here. She had a few
drinks and then left again. She said something about having to help a
friend find some bells he lost. I don't know what kind of bells they was
but that dame can locate them if anybody can."
As I was about to leave the tavern, it occurred to me you would want to
know the truth of what's been going on, so I'm now in the backroom
writing this report which I will drop into the nearest mailbox. Then I
will go out and find my bride and start upon a well-earned honeymoon. If
you have any questions, they'll have to wait until I get back.
Yours truly,
Homer Nicholas.