SNUFF (h.s.)

Chapter 22

Totem

The discolored poster was worn but Nora would recognize his face like Franklin's on the bill! She didn't have to read the titles, she already knew why he was here. His notorious pussycats have become greater than those playboy bunnies. He seemed young and fresh like a gigolo but he's been around playing the game.

Everyone could point at him and say; 'Hey! I know this guy!'. But her... She knew all about him BC. She remembers how they scorned and looked down on him. He's been on the telly and she couldn't admire him no more, he belonged to them now. There her chance had appeared. The chance the world was deprived. It was hers and she'd grab it voracious.

"We'll walk on by Iznogoud"

"He's here?"

"The master of porno is everywhere", she chewed some French fries from the box and dipped them in ketchup, "That cocksucker Warhol took the lead because he was a brand then"

"That's why we're here? I've heard this Warhol shit again, Nora"

"Someone has to remind the truth. They went nuts back in '69 with Andy, remember? Iznogoud showed his pornos a decade ago and the theaters were empty", she turned to him, "He's here now", she pressed her smeared finger on the poster, "He's here somewhere filming. Look at the cast! Are you reading these names?", she leaned to pay attention at the names one by one written in a peculiar type. The porno crème de la crème. She'd be the cherry at the top.

"There's no Iznogoud here"

"He's not called that anymore. He changed it. But I grew up dreaming of his smug"

"What's his name now?"

"Le Voisin"

"French?"

"Perhaps. I know that it's him alright"

"You want us to do something about it?"

"We'll go to him"

"I won't run in circles like a fucking dingbat for his sake"

"Mrs. Hudson will know his lair...", she nodded at the 'Sancho Panza' entrance. You could see Mrs. 'Click-Click's head appear behind the desk like a jutting jardinière.

"Mrs. Hudson?", he smiled as he put his arm around her shoulder to play with some of her strands. She'd tied a long bandana on her head that reached her back.

"She knows", Nora glanced around, "It's inevitable..."

"What are we gonna do about it?"

"I have to be in it. If not, I'll try", the title of the porno shone like a Las Vegas sign in her eyes; 'The Bermuda Triangle'. Nora fantasized of Iznogoud taking shots of her cunt adorned with the finest bikinis for the cover. Harry could take up some segments for the film. She was Rosa, who has a choice like she does? Nobody.

She was no reckless lass. She had to find out his whereabouts. Mrs. 'Click-Click' was the lady know-it-all but poses as the ignorant motel manager once she sniffs the dirty job waiting around the corner or hustle business if she prattles. Nora knew she was a loudmouth. She'd give her the chance to go for it. She was doing her a favor. Mrs. 'Click-Click' was stuck in this desertland. So it happened. She looked at Nora through her glasses and gave her what she came for to take.

The downbeat tramps who live alone turn to chiacchieroni for some small talk. All it takes is someone to tell them it'll rain because the birds fly low and they'll reel their adventure tales of their indifferent and dull life. Dull? Harry wondered. Hell, no! How can you say it's dull? I'll tell you. Nora answered. They talk about nonsense shit constantly, blup-blup-blup no one cares about. They pass by unnoticed.