New Wilma & Betty Story (Trailer)
Here’s the “trailer” from the latest Wilma & Betty story (which I’ll be reading at Jengo’s Playhouse this Saturday night–May, 29th; 814 Princess Street @ 7:00pm). A little something to wet your palette.
Come out. Bring Friends. Hear the rest of the story.
-JM
“The Identity of Betty Rubble”
(opening)
There were banks a plenty in Rock Vegas but there were the casinos too. So Wilma was working on a strategy for taking her fair share of the Vegas limelight and the Vegas coin while Betty tried to look up an old acquaintance and Fred and Barney went about the business of developing healthy gambling addictions. See, Betty and Wilma had been here once before. A few years back, back when they first came to see that they didn’t owe their lives anything and, ultimately, every day was only a matter of what they wanted it to be. They’d come out here to Vegas and drank too much whiskey and maybe rode the white horse one time too many and spent too much time dancing with the men their husbands would never be and, now, sometimes, those memories came back to them.
Wilma was good enough about ignoring what this city was telling her. Her plate was full with thoughts on how to get into the Bellagirock vault and make off with a few million. But Betty, being better on the gun than on the planning table, Betty had nothing to do but remember the man she’d met here all those years ago and how Barney wasn’t that man and would never be that man and, well, what if he was still in Vegas?
So while Barney went to the Casinos with Fred, Betty went to a few of her old haunts looking for what haunted her. She wore a blonde wig and called herself “Eliza” because Wilma had told her that it was just a matter of time before the law dogs picked up the pattern and realized that maybe Vegas might be something the girls were into. “More than that,” Wilma had said, “if you’re in a town that you’re planning to rob, it doesn’t hurt to be somebody else.”
See you there, gang!
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