CONTINUING THE STORY
Helen knew who it was when the car first showed up. She and Royal were good friends, and it just happened that she would be saved from the long, boring story that was about to take place by the storyteller. Helen found it droll -- actually -- how Royal somehow knew her friend was in trouble, as if they had a psychic connection like the aliens who came from Heli -- a planet largely composed of helium.
"Thank you, Royal. How did you know that I needed an excuse to get out of there? That old man was so boring!"
Royal just stood there, looking baffled; her long heart face was staring at Helen, but her eyes were affixed behind where Helen was standing. The storyteller was still there, and he stepped up to the lady to whom he was about to tell a story.
"You...You...You b***h! At least have the decency to say that to my face," he demanded, punching Helen and storming off into the crowded streets.
No one in those streets offered even a glance at the situation.
The blow landed on her shoulder, and Helen stumbled back a few steps, running into Royal.