Maj comes to find me in the back yard. I am sitting on the deck drinking coffee and eating frozen blueberries. I offer the small bowl of berries to Maj, “Want one?”
She shudders, “They only taste good if you warm them up first.”
“Fine. There’s a big bag of them in the freezer. …The Maj at hand
Mark stands before me, “Do I look OK?”
“That depends. Where are you headed?”
He’s wearing khaki shorts and a faded Hawaiian shirt, one of those flowery loose-fitting shirts only very cool men who shop at Costco for their clothing wear. He fingers the frayed edges at the bottom of the shirt, “Just out …Peekaboo nipple-glory
Mark is holding the remote control, “How about this movie?”
“I don’t want to watch a movie.”
“Yeah, well . . . It’s got Thomas Jane and Jeremy Piven and Rob Lowe and some other guy I’ve never heard of . . . What do you think?”
“I think it sounds like a piece …Straight from the bottle
How many times in a row you going to wear that purple sweatshirt?
What? I like this sweatshirt. It has a zipper . . . it’s a jacket.
Yeah, thank you for clearing up the mystery of that shiny silver thing . . . a zipper, you say?
I was just explaining that it’s …Fictional moieties
“Alright, dogs. Listen up.”
The dogs lie on the kitchen floor in boneless lumps and pay me no attention whatsoever; they cannot be bothered. Jack the Terrier and Persie the Labrador regard me with unfocused eyes and loose faces that seem to suggest their feeling that I rarely say anything of importance, and they …Night stakes