Blimpo: The Third Circle Of Heck (2010) - Plot & Excerpts
Hundreds of jackets hung on the coiling mechanical rack, all of them—to Marlo’s eyes—exactly the same: snazzy and modern, yet with a squared-off, vintage 1950s silhouette. The demon “helping” her—a jaundiced woman with cobweb hair pulled tightly in a bun—tapped her long, French-manicured talons impatiently on the glass counter. “Do you have a ticket?” the squat demon asked in a huffy tone, as if Marlo were a particularly stubborn stain that would simply not come out. “As you can clearly see, I have more dinner jackets than you’ve had hot dinners. And the dinners are always hot down here. Even if it’s cold cuts and vichyssoise.” “Ticket?” Marlo repeated. “Yes, a ticket,” the demon grumbled. “A small card with a number printed upon it that matches with a corresponding tag affixed to a particular piece of clothing, giving the holder the legal right to pick up said article of—” “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Marlo spat back. “I’m taller than you, lady, so don’t try talking down to me—you might hurt yourself.
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