I don’t get what’s so disgusting. Gee, I wish someone would send me a beautiful monk fish packed in ice in a cooler with a little drawing of a barnacle on top, accompanied by a cute little pail and shovel. Louie is obviously a big fan. Receiving it from a kid is kind of sweet too. And how is an oversized jacket a “costume”? Most kids I know live in oversized clothing – kinda’ au courant if you ask me.
And the note was pretty friendly, too:
Hello Timothy,
It’s always a pleasure. Jack would have delivered this fish himself but I sent him off on holiday to enjoy a spit roast with two mermaids of the evening. He thinks he’s going to a barbecue (thought Jason might enjoy that one). I’ll be having tea with the ever smiling duchess of Percalvey. Hope she’s not late. Got to run. When I get back from Rishikesh we’ll knock back a pint or two. You’re a down girl, Timothy.
Louie the Liverpudlian
Notice it’s not even from Captain Jack. It’s from Louie. The opening, “It’s always a pleasure,” is pleasant enough. Well, he did call Tom Timothy by mistake, but don’t we all make mistakes at times. Nobody’s perfect. I think the monk fish, lobsterlike in its delectability more than made up for it. I mean how bad can a guy who is visiting Rishikesh be? Rishikesh is the gateway to the Himilayan pilgrimage. He ends the note with an amicable offer to meet with Tom to share a libation and possibly recount anecdotes about his trip to Rishikesh. The closing, “you’re a down girl” made me chuckle too. I thought the whole thing was quite charming. I’m confused.