Written 6 October, 2010
The Bob Saga
XIII: Sweetie Delivers
I arrived on Whimsy at three AM and hurried to Sweetie's secret lair. There I found her hard at work on the first three postcards.
"Eureka!" She cried.
"I do not!" I said. "I bathed just hours ago."
"No, no, it means "I found it"! in Latin.
"You speak Latin?" I asked.
"All spies speak Latin," she said brightly. "E Pluribus Unum!"
"Uh, 'Tempus Fugit.'"
"Indeed it does," she said. "Look at this!" She thrust the first card under my nose. "Note the clever color of the ink. It threw me off."
"Um-hum," I said. "Looks black to me. What's so clever about that?"
"And there's the second postcard. Like the first card, the message appeared after some time."
"Where is it?" I asked.
"Silly girl," Sweetie said, "look at the top of this blog."
"Oh," I said.
"The writing on the second card was white. And it was smeary. And it tasted pretty good, too. And that brings us to the third card, the one from the church."
"I can't wait," I said.
"Here it is," she said.
"I don't see it," I said.
"Look down two lines," she said.
"Oh," I said, and looked.
"If the bobnappers had stuck with black ink," Sweetie said smugly, "they might have gotten away with it. But when the ink on the second card appeared, I started to figure it out. And this card-- I knew what it was, but just to be sure, I scraped a bit off and put it on toast and tasted it. And do you know what it is?"
"I'm holding my breath," I said.
"It's raspberry jam," she said, "and you know what that means."
I said "Raspberry? But raspberry preserves are the preferred accompaniment for--"
"For what, my sweet?"
"Beignets!" I cried.
"Exactly!" she said.