left alone in the room, the narrator, whose name was rick richards and who was also a direct descendant of king richard the lion-hearted, got up and looked out the window.
the window, and the room, were on the fifteenth floor.
there were no bars on the window.
outside, the sky was blue.
he wished he had a shave and a haircut, so that he looked more presentable for his interrogation.
it was always good to look good.
his pappy had told him that, and his mama had too.
and he had never forgotten it.
with a sigh, he returned to his chair and waited for robin hood to return with a pencil.
and hopefully, a sandwich too.
and maybe even a cup of coffee, even though he had not asked for one.
rick believed in dreams, and followed his.
cindy folowed her dreams, too.
her dream of being free.
she needed all the money she could save to leave town and be free.
so she decided to hitchhike to the city instead of taking the bus.
her friends told her, cindy, play it safe and take the bus.
just like they told joe not to go down to the river snd shoot his lady friend.
joe might have listened to their good counsel.
but cindy did not. she thought she was a big girl and could take care of herself.
when she got down to the highway, she realized her mistake.
most of the traffic was big trucks, with the cabs so high she could not even see if they had drivers.
a few sedans and coupes whizzed by, but none of them had drivers as far as she could see.
and none of them, trucks or cars, even slowed down as they went past her.
it started to get dark.
cindy considered giving up, getting off the highway and going back to town and getting on the bus.
she decided to give it a little longer, until it got completely dark.
you can just guess what happened next.
i did not ask for a suspense filled narrative, robin hood told rick richards, as he perused the account rick had started in the notebook with the pencil robin had brought him.
well, what do you want? rick replied. you are hard to please.
i am hard to please? you are hard to please, especially after i brought you back that nice sandwich. how is it, by the way?
good, good. i especially appreciate the spicy mustard.
then show your appreciation by simply stating the facts, with no fancy embellishment.
all right. i will try. i see that it is getting late.
there is no late here.
oh. i did not know that.
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