Scene 6: At The Crustacean Ball
With a scene by Magda Kapa (MK)
The crab jacket seems to be tighter tonight, thought the doctor on the way to the crustacean ball. Langoustine was dazzling, luminous, chic.
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The doctor looked into the mirror but the North Sea was murky again. People had vanished in these waters. This was not a game. (MK)
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Any Tompot could look like that, thought the doctor. The nearby dandy seemed rather too interested in Langoustine.
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Who is this ridiculous person? he asked. Manny, said Langoustine. He's a punk. The doctor's patience was wearing thin.
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And this, I suppose, is bloody Alexander Pope, the doctor snapped. Keep your carapace on, whispered Langoustine.
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The host was smoking a hookah. Either that or he was rigged up to a drip. The doctor felt obliged to take his pulse.
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Then came the entertainment: the Andrews Sisters. But which was Laverne?
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Just then a familiar face appeared. Hadn't they gone to medical school together? Langoustine asked to be introduced.
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Langoustine passed the doctor a note. 'He is not all he says he is'. In the corner of the note an amber sequin with an oriental monogram.
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It was all too Rococo down there. It's like something out of Schnitzler, the doctor said clacking his claws. Langoustine winked at him.
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The doctor was not a party animal. He wasn't even a party crab. But Langoustine was in her element. He supposed they all were. Damn water.
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