Billy

Over the gangplank, through the glass doorway, into Reception. From hinderdesk, Peggy (marginally the fatter of the two Cerberidae ad portas) intimated to me that the hot tub was being serviced.

- Just loyk the King in ’at there Good Book, said Billy, favouring me with one of her looks of imbecile significance.

Peggy and Billy were at their usual stations behind the desk. Peggy maintained the general silence, but was in no way deterred from capering and gurning on her chair in some indescribably grotesque kind of dumb show. What japes! - It was on this occasion that I first remarked upon her predilection for reaching into her décolletage in order to unleash armpit farts on an undeserving world - I thought…

…rescued from the dying room in the nursing home in the Forest of Dean by, of all people, Billy. And that this latterday Irene had dressed his wounds and succoured him back to health. Later still, Mr Luvvertory chortlingly regaled us with the tale of an unseemly scene in which this surviving eternal cockwasher had berated Herod for letting, allowing or actively assisting in the invading of his personal space…

…But it was only the other Cerberida Billy, who sallied forth with the Great Book in which were inscribed all the appointments that were to come for the three handmaidens of that dreadful zone.