Frank awoke with a start, it was only thunder, but it awakened that part of his Reptilian brain. Unlike Men, who give rise to a new generation of Spermatozoa every 74 days deep into old age, short of a skillful Reproductive Endocrinologist, a Woman's born with all the eggs she'll ever have. Frank's mother was from Germany, and in February 1945, had just recently moved to die Vororte, away from the Sturm und Drang of City Life, a charming little town by the name of Dresden..... That morning of 14 Februar 1945, a 5 year old Fraulein Rosenberg(she wouldn't become Frau Drackman for 16 more years) also had woken with a start, little knowing that what she thought was distant Donnern was the incineration of her Heimatstadt..... Several hundred miles away, at his East Prussian weekend home, an Austrian Paper Hanger also awoke to the sound of thunder, but it was the music of Stalin's Organ the Katyusha Multiple Rocket Launchers which had sent many a brave Wehrmacht Soldat to Valhalla.....
Frank was alone, as usual, in his single motel room. How could he have thought Amy would share a room with him, much less, anything more??. And besides, he was smack in the buckle of the Bible Belt, as if the Gideon's Bible chained to the bedside table left any doubt. Frank was a Southern Gentleman, however, and paid for both rooms, stacking pennies in rows of 20, to have enough for the $2 Key Deposit....
Frank shat, showered, and shaved, cause in his little world it was still 1942, and the only men you saw with stubble were the homeless tramps that road the rails in search of a cot and a flop. He gave Amy's room door that Shave and a Haircut knock and before he got to the "2 Bits" part was greeted by Amy's angelic smile. "Give me a second to put my Face on!!" she blurted cheerfully and darted into the tiny bathroom... Frank didn't cross the threshold, even though it seemed they were alone, word travels fast in a small Georgia Town, and he knew if he did, good chance he'd be lookin at the angry end of another shotgun in the near future...
Some 45 minutes later they crossed the causeway...and first noticed that peculiar combination of succus entericus and dead fish that tells you're approaching the Redneck Riviera.
"I don't think we'll have any trouble finding the house on the front Beach" "Scarlet sent me a postcard of it, even though she knows I don't like these modernistic Houses" sung Amy in her sing song tone.
"If you don't mind, I'll let you knock this time" said Frank with just a hint of mischief in his voice.
"Tides too high for us to ride down the Beach, I hope we can recognize it from the back road"
They had gone about 1/2 mile down the south road when Amy exclaimed
"Isn't that Scarlet by the Horseshoe Pit!?!?!"
It was
Frank braked to a stop, through the C-6 into "R" and back into "D"
"I don't think I'd recognize her out of her Nurses Uniform" said Frank
Amy contracted her left Levator Palpebrae Superioris, drawing her elegantly plucked eyebrow into an Arch, which in anatomical terms would be a Fornix, derived from the Latin Verm Fornicatium, which originated when early Roman Johns noticed hookers hung out around Arches...
"Oh Really????"
And thats all for this exciting chapter of "Young Doctor Drackman" tune in next time when we'll here Scarlet say..................
"Harder! Longer! Faster!!"
