At which point he skedaddled.
Well, this ol’ gal followed his cue. I got the hell out of that hot, cramped box and watched him go pigeon-toein’ off to the little boys’ room in the garb his business called for, lookin’ like one of them wind-up soldier dolls that were big back in the days of my youth. Right-left-right-left-right-left, swishin’ back and forth at pronto velocity in zig-zag mode.
Oops! Sorry. That’s one way to get the ball rollin’, or so your higher class of writers would tell you, but I should prolly start from day one. That’d be logical. Biblical, too, goin’ by that yarn startin’ with In the Beginnin’ and endin’ up with that bit about apples bein’ not good for your health, and I mean no disrespect, honest to God I don’t. It’s not the way I was brought up.