The Butterfly Lanai 4

The tiger had haunches that had seen a lot of pumpin. Mr. J reeled back on his, he was allergic to cats and the sight of one with reddish brown splotches on the long hairs off its jaw unnerved him. He tripped over the ottoman and fell through the coffee table, snapping its thin surface in two.

"Don't worry, it's locked," said Hollybrick.

"Where's the broom handle?" Mr. J said. "You should have a broom handle sticking in the door."

"The only broom handle has a broom on it."

Mr. J was too upset to argue, so he ended it with his pistol, a nickel-plated tart of a weapon. He went in the kitchen and pleasantly surprised made himself a baked rigatoni with garlic, plum tomatoes, onion, capers, and malenska cheese. He ate quickly, fearing the odor would reach outside. As he was on his way out, something occurred to him and he looked back, where around the corner was a dead body that could be disposed of, if he could figure a safe way to get it on the lanai.