Thursday, February 18, 2016
The Nonpareil
“Didn’t I tell you? He is the absolute BEST!”
Reg in the bathroom then, peeing like a
normal human.
But he was a God according to Cindy.
“We’re starting to set the date!”
Her mother kissed her.
Her father mused about “Enough losers
to form a line past that apple tree out there!”
“Your apple tree, Daddy. Oh you’re so
wonderful to have an apple tree!”
Cindy had gotten foolish and that was fine.
After so so much tragedy, real and imagined.
Reg returned, the smell of soap on his hands,
to amiable chatting.
Then the vital couple catapulted out: So much
to DO!
Bringing him a quiet coffee, but froze. He had
done the same in his beige recliner.
“This coffee has gooed-up in the cup,” later
noted Officer Simmons to Detective Bettancourt.
“And me without a spoon!”
Labels: admirable male, courtship, death, difficult daughter, parents
