Saturday, February 02, 2013
The Village Lovie-Dovies
Nick couldn’t look. They were giggling and
throwing snowballs at each other, then
collapsing into a snowbank and wrestling.
He was busy at the cash register with
old Reverend Rack, who held King
Charles Spaniel, Schopenhauer, under his parka.
“Those two have been at it for years!”--
while bagging the minster’s Danish,and the Quaker Oatmeal for his wife.
Rack sipped the steaming coffee, breaking,
though, to pronounce “That kind of silly stuff can’t last much longer.”
Didn’t. Couple hit a tree while sledding down
icy Merchant’s Hill that dark afternoon.
Newly-minted pastor, Lucy, handled the funeral
as “an example of undying
love for us all.”
Rack drove to Florida that morning with Schopenhauer. Dorothy refused to go.
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Labels: Cavalier King Charles, Florida, horseplay, love, winter
