Sunday, June 24, 2012
Six-Sentence Sunday: DJ and Jean Lafitte Meet Again
The setup: the borders between New Orleans and the Beyond have finally dropped, and Jean Lafitte has ensconced himself in the Eudora Welty Suite of the Hotel Monteleone in the French Quarter. He's demanded to meet with DJ, and she's intentionally arrived late to punish him for summoning her like a pirate wench. This is their first meeting since the scene at the end of Royal Street.
He didn't answer the door immediately. I'd made him wait, after all, and Jean lived in a tit-for-tat world. I paused a few breaths and knocked harder. Finally, he flung open the door, waving me inside to a suite plush with tapestries of peach and royal blue, thick carpet that swallowed the narrow heels of my pumps, and a plasma TV he couldn't possible know how to operate. What a waste.
"You have many assets, Drusilla, but apparently a respect for time is not among them." Deep, disapproving voice, French accent, broad shoulders encased in a red linen shirt, long dark hair pulled back into a tail, eyes such a cobalt blue they bordered on navy. And technically speaking, dead.
He was as sexy as ever.
A percentage of author royalties from River Road, by the way, will go to the Greater New Orleans Foundation for its Oil Spill Recovery Fund. They are helping individuals whose lives and livelihoods in the fishing industry were and are still being impacted by the Deepwater Horizon oil spill in the New Orleans-area coastal parishes of Plaquemines, St. Bernard and lower Jefferson.