Pim and Bim resumed their tango lessons. On starry nights after class the circuit the Well-Dressed Albatross was a familiar sight to them as he scanned the Earth’s surface for legs with which to rise and descend at his will.
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How I came to write Pim
People often ask how I came to write Pim. It seems like a thousand years since I discovered Pim, or that Pim discovered me. Thankfully I kept detailed notes and saved photos from that time. While I can’t swear to the absolute accuracy of what you are about to read, I have done my best to capture the essence of how Pim entered my life.
The prosthetic legs of the Well-Dressed Albatross had come into the possession of Slim who was, you’ll recall, deft at slithering in and out of dark places. A block from the theatre Slim lurked with them.
A bird without legs cannot become airborne, an initial hop needed for the bird’s wings to clear the ground. Knowing this, Ukifune tasked Pim and Bim with launching the Well-Dressed Albatross from the roof of Shadowlands.
When the second feature ended the Well-Dressed Albatross discovered in horror that his legs were missing. Everyone present searched the theatre but the prosthetics were nowhere to be found. Brad helped Ukifune move the WDA to the lobby where she decided on a course of action.
Relieved of the malign presence of Mr. Love, Mr. Love Jr. moved down into the audience, as was his custom in the middle of a feature.
Compared to the first feature, the second feature had the audience completely engaged. Tired of this motley crew, and realizing that it would be more satisfying to haunt Mrs. Love than to haunt Mr. Love Jr., Mr. Love floated through the wall and into the night.
The first feature made the audience fall asleep (excepting the Shadowy Figure, who showed up as mysteriously as he always did and remained fully alert). The spirit of Mr. Love hovered, unperceived but intuited, a few inches from Mr. Love Jr.
Mr. Love Jr. felt a presence so palpable that, to make sense of it, he lingered in the lobby after everyone was seated. Whatever it was impressed him as an aggressive nothingness, and after some minutes of considering it he headed upstairs to project the first feature.
Given that he operated a failing business, Mr. Love Jr. wasn’t used to complex questions being hurled at him in rapid succession. He did his best.
Everyone arrived at Shadowlands at exactly the same time.