It this Miss Molly speaking?

Before she even could say 'hello' a deepbrown voice whispered in her ear: 'Is this Miss Molly speaking, the Miss Molly who likes to live an easy life?'

This was very odd indeed! First: nobody ever phoned her on her birthday at 9 a.m. and Second: she did not know any person with such a sexy deepbrown voice! On top of this, how on earth could he know she liked to live an easy life?

Chips entered the room again. He jumped on the table and took some more whipped cream, softly purring 'happy birthday'.

'Are you there, Miss Molly, please?' The voice took her inside the phone, this was between him and her now. No more Chips, no more purrings, only strong vibrations seemed to be all over the place.

'Molly, don't ask, just listen. This is Brains speaking to you. You haven't done much lately. You wrote some books, you published some photos, you even managed to speak some words in Italian, but ..... in fact you are a lazy person. You like to live in your own little world, together with a fat cat and some virtual-world-outings. It is time to get out. Today you'll receive more instructions, say yes to the unexpected and make the most of it. I'll watch you, Miss Molly. Have a nice day, goodbye.'

Beep, beep, beep. The voice had gone. PurrrrPurrrrPurrr, Chips was back again.

What the holyblowy......?! Molly took another glass of champagne. Champagne always opened her mind. She just had spoken to Brains, unless - all of a sudden - she was getting nuts. Which she was not! So, mmmm, there was a certain Brains and he claimed to know her. For sure, she did not know Brains. Last but not least: he had ordered to say 'yes' to the unexpected. And the unexpected was about to come!

Oh dear, what an exciting thought! It felt as a very special birthday present. Like the ones she used to get when she was still a little girl. Huge boxes, beautiful gift papers, lovely ribbons all around. Molly lost herself in daydreaming, eating juicy strawberries and drinking more bubbles. Being 55 seemed so promising!

- to be continued - all under copyright by Vicky van der Hof