"You're as beautiful as your mother," were Francis first words.
"Whatever," were Mercedes'.
Mercedes grandfather had all the luster and allure of one of the undead.
"Mr. Flynn, you're to be congratulated."
"Thank you, Sir."
"Drink?"
"Brandy."
"Brandy? Isn't that for women to sip on?"
"So am I."
Francis did something with his face and voice that might have been a chuckle. "Smithers get the good detective a brandy."
When they were all comfy on the leather sofa and arm chairs Francis said, "Mercedes, why don't you tell me a little about yourself."
"Sure,' she grinned.
The interview went like a dream.
"I'm satisfied," Francis said. "Here's your cashier's check."
"Thanks." Donald said, handing the note like it had shit on it.
"I guess this is goodbye Mercedes," Donald said.
"Whatever."
"Yeah. Later."
And then it was over.
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