Sunday, June 9, 2013

FEWER INTERRUPTIONS










It would appear, sir, that your goose is cooked.
But I did not order goose!
Well goose is what you get. It’s our only fowl of the evening.
No…not your only foul. Your Temperament leans hard in that direction, as well.
Oh?
That’s right.
So I would be wise to lighten up?
Enlightenment dawns.
Please continue....

My wife, Mrs. Neal, is having affairs with young boys…lads half her age and last night I was awakened by a man talking…a rather Germanic…Austrian…young...  A boy, with cellular phone tight to his ear. I did not recognize the voice, or the words spoken, but there was a rhythm – distinctly Germanic. He laughed. The mood in the middle of the night, a man pacing on the wet street below my window was decidedly light. Something was astir. He laughed. He spoke loud and was eager as he picked up the pace of his stroll, executing a clipped, tight, one-footed pivot at each extreme. His foot falls and voice ricocheting off building walls, surely waking others, but he seemed oblivious and uncaring. Twenty feet up, spin, twenty feet back, spin, and so on. "Stop laughing aloud, ha-ha, and just continue walking," I begged, but I suspect he had arrived at his destination and was biding his time. I watched him, a stranger, and I knew he was speaking to her. Flirtatious. Then I wandered the entire flat before realizing she had not come home that evening. Oh, I often go to bed before her. She closes down, I open up. It’s just the nature of the business and the beast I thought I knew, but perhaps her nature is more carnal than I ever considered. She says she feels she gets the most done after-hours  when there are fewer interruptions and ten o’clock is not untypical. Now I’m starting to suspect that it might be true. Fewer interruptions. Somebody needs to run the business. I trust her to do that. What about the stranger? Do I trust him? Do I trust them? I pulled back the blind to see and he looked straight up. I think he saw me watching, but it did not faze him and he laughed into his cell phone. I suspect she was laughing with him.

In that case, may I recommend the Goose?
I think so.






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