“You guys go on.
I’m gonna stay here a little while longer.
Soak up some rays and fresh air.”
“You want me to sit w/ you?” asked Wilson.
“We really didn’t have much chance to talk.
We were too damn busy catchin’ fish.”
“I know.
It was awesome.
I haven’t had such fun in a while.”
“Me neither.
But it was awesome just to keep company with ya.”
“Absolutely my friend!
I missed ya.
Bad!”
“I know.”
“I told ya we’d catch some trout.” jumped in Leone.
“Tell Cookie he better know how to fry my trout.”
“Oh, he does.”
“I’ll be there shortly.”
Wilson and Lady Ashley started back.
Lt. Leone and his men were soon to follow.
I couldn’t wait till they all left.
I was dyin’ to read my note.
I still had to do so as if I wasn’t doin’ so.
I remember what the body in the truck bed said –
“they’re watchin’ “.
I stood up under the pretense of stretching.
As I did so, I nonchalantly twisted around so I could see.
Everyone was far enough away.
But, as I twisted my head backwards like I was stretchin’ my neck,
just guess what I spied out of the corner of my eye?
That’s right.
The General, Tonto,
and Capt. Roberto Rossi
gathered on the balcony.
Lookin’ right at me.
I twisted fully.
I didn’t dare pull out the note.
It’d have to wait till I got back to my cabin.
‘DAMN’
I decided to wave.
Just to let them know,
I saw them,
seein’ me.
They waved back.
I screamed inside my head,
“what did the note say?”
BSOT
Ian
me, the Dalai Lama & Jack Nicholson 