Momoland - 2 - Fame in soft hands

Momoland

fame in soft hands

Momo shivered, as the cold night air seemed to seep into his bare arms. He had pulled on his mask while on the treetops, to much eyes raised from Marina, who had rolled her own hair into a stylish bun. She was perched on the windowsill now, camouflaged in the cold charcoal night, the streets looking like they had gotten a dousing with black coffee. Ages ago, at the start of his untimely reign, Momo had crushed every lamppost, searched for every light, or source of sunniness, in the dark, and demolished it, with whoever refused to give it up. Momo beckoned to her, and let down a long piecce of splitting rope down the Mayor's chimney. She couldn't help but roll her eyes, and stole a glance, at the blonde in her pink room, the teenager Mr Mayor was so proud of. Penelope was coating her eyes with a glimmering topaz paste, and it was when the older, Catalpa Hadid, came running in with her brother Sami, that she had an idea. Hoisting herself through the tall trees, Momo quickly followed suit, and once they had returned to Momo's tall, stately haunted house palace home, they sat together, fumbling with slippery sardine and doves blood burgers, legs dangling out of their cracked, steel-lined windows. Marina unwrapped a sheet, with printed names of each of the Mayor's children, all eleven, and messy crimson scrawl. 

Even Momo looked surprised, eyes wide once more that day, and lips in a plausible O. 
"No way Mari, you can't be..."
Marina nodded, and gazed at her husband.
"Each child. We slowly raid them. Two at a time I say. Then for the last few, they'll have multiple security. The very last, we'll wait for it, A LONG TIME. Then we pull off the biggest thing of the century, and bring that 'un up as our own. "

She could see Momo hesitating. She finished her burger, wiped her hand on her shirt, and put it around Momo. He was trembling. When he looked at her, she  noticed it was with happiness, and rejoice. 
"Lets do it!".