Desperately Seeking Sharon, Part 7

Epilogue


I made my way back to the office. Even though I went all around the world I didn’t really get what I had set out for. The Baron made good on his contract though, he even paid me a bonus—in mutton!

And now I am alone. Alone, sitting at my desk with a glass of Brennivín, my laptop, and an 8x10 glossy of her-—Sharon Spotbottom.

She's even more of a mystery now than when I started. What makes her tick? Why did she do that disappearing act? What was it with that poison dart action? And that stunt at the UN! I guess I'll never really figure out that dizzy dame.

I was just about to put a lid on the whole affair when I noticed an eMail had come in. I opened it with some trepidation.

It was from Sharon, one final chapter in this strange saga:

Hiya Batty! Sorry about the dart. Sometimes I just have to get away for a while, and you were crowding my personal space. I needed a new perspective on things. Maybe this will answer your questions. SHARON

I guess it's true what they say about her: Sharon is all things to all things and nothing if she is anything.

                                   CASE CLOSED