Larry: “What fresh hell is this?”
Jennie: “It appears that an army of photographers is aware of the fact that we were having a meeting with a marriage counselor. I wonder how that might have happened, He Who Can’t Keep His Mouth Shut.”
Larry: “I assure you I had nothing to do with this development. I’m an opera singer, a vocation that does not necessarily reek of testosterone. I certainly don’t need word getting out that I can no longer satisfy a woman.”
Jennie: “You seem to be implying that you ever satisfied me in the first place.”
Larry: “That’s a bit harsh, even for you. I seem to recall a time when we were quite passionate in our lovemaking.”
Jennie: “I think you’re confusing passion with bemusement. I will admit that the first time you sang an aria near my hoo-hoo I was rather entranced, not having experienced such before. But the novelty soon wore off. After a while, a woman no longer cares if you can hit a High C and they just want you to hit the Big O.”
Larry: “Well, you could have said something.”
Jennie: “I tried, Larry. But operas are incredibly long and I was exhausted by the time we got to intermission. And it didn’t help that you had a full orchestra playing beside the bed. No one could hear my screams. There was simply far too much going on.”
Larry: “Like that outfit you’re wearing? How are you able to walk with all those accessories?”
Jennie: “Don’t change the subject. The focus here is on your own accessory, assuming that anyone can ever find it again.”
Larry: “Why so much bitterness? At what point did we become enemies? I never intended for that to happen.”
Jennie, slowing her determined march toward their separate cars: “And I didn’t either. Perhaps we spent too much time together.”
Larry: “And perhaps we didn’t spend enough. Is there any way we can salvage this?”
Jennie, sighing: “No, I think we’ve moved beyond that. Too many stabs, too many times. I don’t think we were meant to be lovers. But maybe…”
Larry: “Yes?”
Jennie: “Maybe we can be friends. Maybe that’s all we should have been.”
Larry: “Indeed. So, truce?”
Jennie: “For now. Let’s go have coffee and see what we can make of the ashes.”
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And so the not so fat lady’s hooha hummed a bouncy C and drove off in search of a big C that could reach her G spot on the first try. Sadly, Larry motored into the sunset wIth a small box containing two of his testifies,, a pair of freshly scalped orchestra center seats to Madame Butterfly, and singing along to Pavarotti on his local listener supported radio station to O Sole Mio.
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It’s as if you were RIGHT THERE when it happened. Wait, were you? 😉
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Who me? Nah. 🤭
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That woman is wearing my fur stole.
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Well, she looks like she could take you, so you’d best be prepared for a struggle if you want to steal back the stole…
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I think you’re right.
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This is very funny! “I’m an opera singer, a vocation that does not necessarily reek of testosterone. I certainly don’t need word getting out that I can no longer satisfy a woman.”
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And yet the word did get out, and the photographers showed en masse. This happens to me all the time, dang it.
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It’s a tough life being an opera singer! btw; did you get the update for my Kindle eBook? After I published it, I changed the formatting. Page one should be centered and the paragraphs are indented now.
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Yes, I did get the update (just confirmed). To be honest, I haven’t jumped into it just yet, but it’s prepped and ready on my home page, taunting me each time I sign in… 😉
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No worries. Just wanted to follow up. Thanks again for buying a copy. Btw do you plan to publish any more eBooks?
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I have 6 or 7 WIP contenders, two of which I hope to get out this year…
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This took a turn I wasn’t prepared for. Now I’m feeling strangely blue for Jeannie with the dead weasels round her neck, when before I only felt bad for the weasels. Oh Brian, please tell me Jeannie found happiness, not to mention gratification, at last?
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I so hope you get this: Jennie did eventually find happiness, and you can learn more by calling 867-5309…
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who gets custody of the ferrets?
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And that, really, is the overwhelming question that mystifies us all… 😉
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