Two Gentlemen Take an Evening Stroll
“Good evening, Mr. Lamotte,” said Mr. Doile, stepping out of his office and fussing with his keys. The air was wet and dark and the moon was a sharp crescent.
“How are you, this fine night?” asked Mr. Lamotte, waiting for Mr. Doile to lock the door.
“I feel it would be a most pleasant occasion for a stroll.” Mr. Doile pocketed his keys and patted his coat to hear them jingle. Together, the two gentlemen set out.
Both of these gentlemen fell shy of portly but were far from thin. Mr. Lamotte still had generous portions of red in his graying beard; Mr. Doile’s hair poked from under his cap a fluffy, wispy white.
The two gentlemen breathed deeply as they made their leisurely way away from Mr. Lamotte’s office, enjoying the crisp edge of autumn on the breeze.
Mr. Doile remarked upon the busy shoppers, in such a hurry to be on their way. Mr. Lamotte thought it a pity that they didn’t enjoy themselves more, as they never knew when their too short time upon this earth might pass.
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