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The telephone rang once, and then again, and again. She took a couple of deep breaths. "Okay, okay, okay."
†††††"Whatís the matter?"
†††††"Itís my husband, he always..."
†††††"What?"
†††††"Checks up on me."
†††††The phone stopped ringing. She sat for awhile, her fingers digging into her temples.
†††††"You should have picked up, told him whatís going on."
†††††"Yeah right. Told him Iíve been doing it all day with a traveling encyclopedia salesman straight out of college."
†††††"Harvard."
†††††"Really! God, what was I thinking?"
†††††He leaned over and massaged her neck. "Besides, whatís a marriage without honesty?"
†††††She let his pointy fingers work for a minute and then sat back against the headboard. "Get dressed, heís going to be home pretty soon."

****

His skinny mobile arms picked through the clothes on the floor and emerged with a little red bow tie and the tight fitting grey suit she had ripped off him earlier that morning. "Iíve slept with Pee-Wee," she said to no one in particular.

****

He rummaged through his backpack. "I donít mean to pry, but how often do you do this? I can come back you know."
†††††"That wonít be necessary. How much for the bound leather set with gold leaf?"
†††††He chuckled. "Guilty conscience?"
†††††"How much?"
†††††"The micro or macro edition?"
†††††"Both."
†††††"Five hundred seventy-eight dollars and eighty-eight cents. It comes with a CD-ROM by the way."
†††††"Great. Iíll write a check."

****

He was standing by the window.
†††††"Are you crazy! Get away from the window, heíll see you!"
†††††He was waving. "Too late now." He turned his head towards her. Two mechanical pencils were sticking out of his nostrils and he was squinting down on two pennies in either eye. Abraham Lincoln was facing out.
†††††"Do you think this is funny?" she asked. Her voice had risen an octave.
†††††The phone rang. He unsquinted his eyes and the pennies fell out.
†††††"You better pick that up," he said.
†††††The phone rang again. He pulled a gun from his blazer and pointed it at her face. "Pick it up."
†††††"Who the hell are you?"
†††††"Just a crazy guy from the postoffice. Now pick up the phone, your husband wants to talk to you."