Good morning. Gigi the parti poodle here to introduce chapter forty-three of my story Certified Sadistic Accountant. My novelist has somewhere she has to go today and if she gets up early, I get up early. One cannot allow one’s novelist to galivant off on her own. Novelists are unbalanced creatures. They require a great deal of management. My novelist says there is nothing more disturbing or destructive than a manager, but she will just have to accept that I am in charge. She is off to assist a relative with their Shakespeare text. My novelist, as you may know, studied theatre as well as writing. When one analyzes Shakespeare text one has to go through the dialogue word for word with a pair of Shakespeare lexicons: A-M & N-Z. Tedious, of course, but what a word may mean in one play in one character’s dialogue may be different in another’s and so the work must be done. I must be there for emotional support and make sure they are flipping the pages properly. Wish me luck on this endeavor as it is a history play that we will be working with. Until next week, please enjoy this forty-third installment of Certified Sadistic Accountant. ‘Mal à l’aise est la tête qui porte la couronne’— (Henry IV, Part 2, Act 3, Scene 1)
Certified Sadistic Accountant
by
Gigi the parti poodle
Chapter Forty-Three
Curtis, who had left to retrieve his water bottle from his car headed back inside through the rear entrance.
Hey, Cook the Books,” Lance said. “You’re late this morning.”
“I got here at my usual time,” Curtis said holding up his water bottle and shaking it. “I forgot this in my car.”
Curtis glanced at Makenna. She had an odd look on her face like she was reading his mind. He set the water bottle on his desk and sat down at his computer. As he began working on the Rutan account, he saw Fia descending the stairs after leaving her father’s office. She headed behind the receptionist desk and sat in her chair.
Suddenly, the phone rang. Fia picked it up. “Dupree Tax Agency. How may I direct your call? Oh, Sheriff Bob. Thank you for calling—yes‑yes, that’s right—yes, I’d like to do that—yes, that would be fantastic—talk to you later—bye.”
“What was that all about?” Lance whispered to Makenna.
Makenna shook her head but didn’t answer.
There was a knock on the front doors. Everyone turned to see Sheriff Bob and Deputy Gunther standing outside. Fia hopped off her chair and went over to the door to let them in.
“You got here fast,” Fia said.
“We were in the neighborhood,” Sheriff Bob said. “Did your dad want to go with you?”
“No, I’d just assume not trouble him with it.”
“I don’t think he’d mind under the circumstances.”
“Just the same, I’d rather go alone.”
“Suit yourself.” He turned and looked at the accountants with a sunny smile. “How are you all doing this fine morning? I don’t think Gunther and I got the chance to tell you folks about how much my officers and I appreciated your help the other day.”
“You’re welcome,” Lance said prompting Makenna to give him a shove.
“Anyway, I just wanted to thank everyone for helping us out that morning—”
“Except you,” Gunther said pointing to Curtis. “You never did show up.”
“I explained my absence to Mr. Dupree,” Curtis said.
“Yeah, maybe.” He turned to Fia and said, “Let’s head over, shall we?”
“Okay,” Fia said and followed the two officers out the door.
“Who’s going to answer the phones?” Grady asked.
“Hey, Cook,” Irving said, “why don’t you answer the phones since you didn’t bother showing up for the sting.”
Curtis looked around the office. Everyone was looking at him. “Fine,” he said and got up from his chair and headed to the receptionist desk. He was just about to take a seat when the phone rang. “Dupree Tax Agency. How may I direct your call?”
Makenna crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair studying him. She knew he knew but she didn’t know what he was planning to do next.
Lance leaned into her and said, “What do you think Fia’s talking to the cops about?”
“Who cares,” she said. “What I want to know is what’s going on in Cook’s medulla oblongata.”
“Looks like he’s trying to score points with the big guy by answering the phones.”
“There’s something wrong with him.”
“You can say that again.”
“No, there’s been a shift in him. Like he’s hiding something. We’ve got to do something. Plan something. Get prepared.”
Lance stood up. “I need a croissant. You want one?”
“Bring me two.”
“You must be hungry.”
“Just bring me two.”
As Lance headed towards the break room, Mr. Dupree descended the stairs. He looked over at the receptionist desk and panicked. “Where’s my daughter?”
“Everything’s fine,” Makenna said. “She just went to help Sherriff Bob with something.”
“Help him with what?”
“Probably the kidnapping case.”
“Why didn’t she tell me about it?’
“She didn’t want you to worry.”
“If she had something to tell Bob about the kidnapping, she should have let me know. I just talked to her this morning about it.”
“Maybe you should just go call the police station and ask what’s going on.”
Mr. Dupree looked around the office at the faces of his employees. “Yes. Yes, that’s exactly what I should do.” Then he turned around and headed back up the stairs.
“Here you go,” Lance said strolling out of the break room and heading over to Makenna’s desk with a croissant in each hand.
“Set them down,” she told him.
Lance set the two paper plates on Makenna’s desk. She snatched one up and headed over to the receptionist’s desk.
“Didn’t look like you’d gotten your croissant this morning,” Makenna said to Curtis.
He looked at the pastry then at her. “How…thoughtful,” he said.
“Have you bought a new dog yet?”
“Haven just died, Makenna.”
“Huh. So, why didn’t you show up to work on the day Sheriff Bob set up his kidnapper trap?”
“I realized I made an error on the Plowman account. It was bothering me so much when I woke up, I went straight to my computer to fix it. When I finally figured out what the problem was, I the day was over.”
Makenna nodded her head. “Interesting. You almost never make a mistake.”
“The main thing is Fia’s safe.”
“Right.”
As they locked eyes with each other the phone rang. “Thanks for the croissant,” Curtis said picking up the handset.
“Anytime.”
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All genres have at least a few good movies. Even genres some film aficionados don’t care for. This week’s pick is an excellent example of how to make a romantic comedy: great characterization, a superb cast, smart dialogue, and a very well penned script like this one written and directed by James L. Brooks who was nominated for an Oscar in both categories. This comedy even dares to clock in at two hours and nineteen minutes, and it never drags. Perhaps because the film was made in the 1990’s when there was a plethora of superb landmark filmmaking going on, scripts like this one could get made. Now we’re stuck on the precipice of another Oscar season of mediocre dreck. Maybe since the fallout of the writer’s strike and Covid has thinned out, great films might make a comeback. But for now, perhaps it’s just as well to seek out great entertainment like this one and weather the storm.
Melvin Udall (Jack Nicholson in a fantastic Oscar winning performance) is a misanthropic romance writer who hates everyone. He detests his gay neighbor, artist Simon Bishop (Greg Kinnear in a solid Oscar nominated performance), Simon’s agent Frank Sachs (Cuba Gooding Jr.), and Simon’s Brussels Griffon, Verdell. He makes cutting remarks to customers in restaurants, managers, maids, neighbors, party goers and just about anyone who irritates him. In fact, the only person on the planet Melvin does like is Carol Connelly (Helen Hunt in a charming Oscar winning performance), the only server he’ll let wait on him in the same restaurant he frequents every day. Carol is too world weary for her age and the only person in Melvin’s world who has a sharp enough wit to snap back at him, which he secretly admires.
But even with Carol, Melvin cannot keep his acerbic remarks to himself. One day he makes a brutal comment about her son Spencer (Jessie James) who has acute asthma and is constantly ending up in the emergency room. In the meantime, Simon, who’s art show is not doing as well as expected, takes on a new model, a streetwalker named Vincent (Skeet Ulrich) who has friends who plan to rob the painter. The two incidents converge and send Melvin who suffers from acute OCD on an unexpected journey that surprises not only Melvin but the others in his life as well.
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