Saturday, February 7, 2026

"But I'll miss Spaghetti night."

  "Honey.

  The phone was grabbed and a woman's voice said, "I'll feed them.  Spagetts if that's what they vote on." 

  "Uh, put my husband back on." 

  "Right here." 

  "Where?" 

  "Uh, can't say exactly but I teamed up after raquetball and now they suggest we don't go directly home." 

  "Is she ugly?" 

  "Very." 

  "Okay then.  Be careful.

  "Love you." 

  "Love you more." 

  The silence after hanging up was most unusual.  Unusual times, a man had explained about ordinary citizens being pulled in so many directions, to get the boat uprighted, another man supported. 

  A neighbor woman's face appeared in the window.  She held up a lumpy pillowcase and mouthed look what I found.  Mother mouthed back, What is it?  The two waved eachother to the back door. 



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