((The Monday Triple: page 1 of 3))
“I’m just taking an interest in what my best pal--which is you, by the way--is up to,” said Jercash.
“You don’t need to hide anything from me. I am only here to support you in whatever capacity you require. And if that means unraveling a bit of the age old mystery that is you, then so be it.”
Gohvis made no response.
“Alright, fine. I’ll tell you more about my plans, if you tell me more about yours.”
“There is nothing more to tell.”
“Bullshit! There’s something way off about this library. I’m sure it’s just chock full of juicy secrets.”
“I am merely using it to preserve knowledge.”
“Yeah, and my nineteen ex-wives all married me for love.”
“I am sure it was your inability to let things go that won them over.”
“C’mon, just clue me in a little bit. For old time’s sake. I already know your endgame. Just tell me your next move.”
“Studying is my next move.”
“Ugh, alright, then what’s the move after that one?”
“What’s the move after you finish all your studying?”
“That’s the same thing! I wanna know when you’re gonna punch somebody!”
“I won’t know that until I do more research.”
“I will blow up this damn library.”
“Jercash. I genuinely do not have any short-term plans that you would be interested in.”
The man just looked at him.
“Shall I bring in the Weaver and have her read my mind for you?” said Gohvis.
“Yeah, I already know her power doesn’t work on you. Nice try, though.”
Gohvis gave a hulking shrug and returned to his desk. He began sifting through the books that he had stacked there.