Desperately Seeking Sharon, Part 7
I finally made it back to my 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 on my MacBook. I opened it with some trepidation. It was from Sharon, one last 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.