The mojo woman clambered out of the boiler room, as singed as the bird on her shoulder. Her eyes smouldered hotter than the fires of the Albert Hansell.
*aside: LATIN? LORD? Nay Barky! Speak nicely in your native tongue, and the fire understands*
Climbing over the wreckage of the Red Herons left by the Black Cat, the mojo woman suddenly falls to her knees.....the ACTOR!.....doesn't he know he's safer where he is?
She struggles to her feet, and climbs over the railing to let herself down into the 'Bertie'..the Hansell's skiff. Under cover of broad daylight and not giving a rat's testicles who sees her, she rows for the Maid of Ohio.