I kissed Jen Ann goodbye and told her I'd be at the Gilded Daffodil by 10 pm to see her show. Then I headed for Pico Boulevard. That was where Eddie's Flower Shop was located.
Whistling Eddie came by his moniker honestly. He was always whistling, although I never could figure out if it was an actual tune or not. He really was everything I told Jen Ann he was. And less.
His shop closed at 8 pm but the backroom dealings went on until well after midnight. There was always a poker or crap game going on until dawn...
Christopher 11 months ago
Only three tonight. I have to throttle it back just a bit because I've been doing a bit more research, so the writing has slowed down some.
Richard Hunt 11 months ago
I’m amazed you’ve been able to keep up the story so far. Not easy to do it in 100 word segments.
Neville Hunt 11 months ago
I appreciate how quickly you got us up to speed, Christopher. And what a treat to see Whistling Eddie and Aristotle are still in bloom! Necessary evils I guess.
Christopher 11 months ago
Thanks, Richard and Neville.