-Witchcraft?-
“Oh yes! The vacant stare … you don’t see that?”
-Yeah, so?-
“So that’s the look of a feline mind rattling around inside a human brain. Not enough intelligence to light up her eyes.”
-Feline? You mean a cat?-
“Exactly.”
-You’re tellin’ me that a woman…-
“A naked woman.”
-Okay, yes, naked, but a woman layin’ out on top an upright piano is a cat? All respect, sir, I’m not buyin’ it.-
“No clothes. That doesn’t suggest anything to you?”
-Sure, cats don’t wear clothes, but that don’t mean nothin'.-
“See the way she lays there, stretched out just like…”
-…a cat. Yeah, I see that. But I still don’t see it ... sir. It's not possible.-
“And the way her foot falls on that piano key, the C note? I’m wondering if that’s her inside fighting the Cat, or trying to tell us something”
-That’s some pretty fancy imaginin', if you don’t mind my sayin’ so, sir.-
“It’s the Absinthe.”
-What?-
“The bottle’s empty! She didn’t even finish her last drink. It’s the wormwood. Poison of genius. It’s the Absinthe, my man. She’s bewitched by it.”
-Oh lordy, she’s movin’. She’s sitting up!-
“What?”
*Gentlemen, not her. It’s me, here, behind you … the witch of her bewitching. She's hungry, and it’s time we had a talk.*
~. .~