Another PD Drabble 8/15/06

Another PD drabble that continues another one. If PD had been carried through, this would have been book 8.

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"Okay, so the fact that Mrs. Garrickson was so aggresive when we called her memory-husband...wait a minute, this guy's name was Garrick and his last name was Garrickson? So his name was Garrick Garrickson?" Tuesday raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah," Proffesor said, as if this was common knowledge.

"Oh, okay. His parents had no creativity. Anyways, was becase Mrs. Garrickson is..." Tuesday paused, as if to think of an appropriate word.

"She's not quite mentally stable concerning her husband's death yet. She's not crazy." Proffesor folded his arms across his chest and looked accusingly at Tuesday.

"I wasn't going to say she was crazy," Tuesday said defensively.

"You were thinking it."

"No I wasn't!" Tuesday shouted.

"I have a mind-reader device and according to it, you were thinking that." Proffesor held up the mindreading device, which was small enough to fit into his pocket. It was shaped like a pen, but it had a small screen on it that displayed text.

"Okay, so I was thinking it," Tuesday admitted, "but I wasn't going to say it.

"Yes you were."

"No I wasn't. What, do you have a lie detector to prove it...wait, you do," Tuesday faltered when he pulled out another device that looked almost exactly the same as the first. "What's up with this house...lab...thing!" Tuesday threw her hands up into the air, frustrated and defeated.