Jam knocked over his bowl and neatly trapped all the catfood underneath it. He pushed it around the kitchen frantically.
Pamphlet - flossing is $10 per tooth
Kay had a big stone fireplace and blownup photographs of blue sky hanging everwhere
The new offices were in someone's house. We kept the furniture the way it was. The big white bed was in the center of the room and we worked from laptops there.
Sitting on the bed with a woman whose face I couldn't see, but I knew her well. We sorted through a box of cookie cutters. To our right was a guy at a desk whose son wouldn't leave him alone. The boy was upset about his lisp, mostly about the fact that he couldn't pronounce "lisp" correctly. A cruel trick to put an S in that word. I knew I couldn't look at the boy or I would start to cry. When he went away, the man swiveled his chair toward us and said nothing. He stared at the map of Japan on the side of the bed. "Who was in charge of cutting out Japan?" he said quietly. "Probably the same guy assigned to Wyoming."
I knew Pete was online and tried to send him an email but fucked it up. What program is this? I needed security clearance. Pete broke through from his end and sent me a movie clip. It was him, in old-man makeup and stringy gray hair. He was whirling and spitting with rage. "I've had enough of your hamcake!"
When it was time to leave it took me fucking forever to make the bed. The others wouldn't help. Time stretched for me. After a long time, I was done. I couldn't figure out how to work the primitive lock on the front door. The calico kitten wanted in.
Showing Bizz photos taken when I was about 10. The station wagon, the camper, a bus. She laughed at all of them.
A tall woman reappeared shakily and I asked her if she was dead too. She laughed and I realized she was an enemy.