Another Time_Fun the Nun....._The Museum of OCD_A Devil of A Visit
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Another Time
"Is your soup any good? We can send it back if it's bad." "No, it's fine! I really like it, actually."There's a blob that resembles chicken nestled in the broth, but I decide to ignore it. People don't know how to deal with vegetarians on first dates. I get it. Especially because this guy really looks like he wants a burger. "So tell me about your family. Like, where are they from? Where are you from, I mean?"I fucking hate this question."Oh, I'm actually from New York. Queens." Maybe my smile doesn't look as suicidal as I think. Maybe he won't say it."Oh, are you a Yankees fan?"Fuck me."Um, ...
Fun the Nun.....
Fun the Nun wiped the mist from her mirror. Yes, wrinkle cream had definitely worked. Who was that old woman staring back at her? Her name was Deborah White, one of the town's church people. She was known in her ladies' circle as the devout one. She always sat in the back pew, singing loudly off key, never doing her knee mails. She couldn't really, she was a sixty plus daily wrap of fat. Her fat cells lingered, gentle, permeating, timeless and eternal. Deborah White knew exactly where her fat had originated. A solo lady, she sometimes hankered for a beau, someone reliable and sincere. Sheer o...
The Museum of OCD
I heard Viv’s familiar rat-a-tat on the door and got the hoop of keys out of my pocket to let her in. The new guy, Otto, was also there, slouched against the doorframe as though it were the only thing holding him up. Not for the first time, I wondered if they arrived together because they’d left from the same place together. None of my business though. My business is making sure the Museum of OCD opens on time. Obviously there would be people complaining if it didn’t. Viv traipsed in with a breezy “Good morning, Bob,” while Otto almost imperceptibly nodded in my direction, leaving me to dedu...
A Devil of A Visit
Terry McColloch was the kind of man who could be described perfectly with one word. Successful. He was not a particularly interesting person, but he could talk the talk and walk the walk and so he was, well, successful. He liked nice things. In fact, he expected them. He had grown up in the comfortable lap of that codling lady known as luxury, and he had made an easy transition into Harvard and then into business. What is meant by business? Terry didn’t even know. It was just business. And that is enough. Terry drove an expensive car, wore an expensive watch, and dressed in expensive suits. Al...