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as The Last Laugh
thinking you might insist on them.”
The glimmer in Josie’s eyes returned
as Mabo resumed the kissing act, but his
mind was at work… he was still figuring
a way of escape when the DJ hosting
the Golden Oldies programme on the
radio decided to wind up her show with
a Marvin Gaye classic, Let’s get it on –
much to Josie’s delight.
“Well, what are we waiting for,
sweetie?” she whispered in his ear.
Mabo smiled but, inwardly, he was
cursing the treacherous clock radio on the
headboard. He gave it one long sour look
and, pop, came an idea!
“Hey, is that the time?” He shrieked,
jumping out of bed, pointing at the clock
radio!
“It is 1600 hours, why?” replied a
startled Josie.
“I’m in deep trouble! Can I use your
phone?” before Josie could answer he was
already doing that.
“Hello. Is that the editor’s office?”
“Can I help you?” answered the editor.
“This is Mabo. Please tell the process
department guys not to change the bath
for making line blocks. I forgot to hand
in the illustrations for the Tourism
supplement.”
“The supplement is being printed even
as we speak and there’s nothing amiss
among those pages!”
“That’s what I mean. After 1600Hrs
they do half tone blocks only.”
“Mabo, have you lost your marbles?
You very well know that we use gravure
printing here, not blocks.”
“Thank you. I’m coming there right
away,” he rang off, lifted the receiver
again, and phoned for a taxi.
“What was all that about?” Josie asked,
getting up from bed.
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