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Subject: Re: I still exist May 11, 2011


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Yem again
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Date Posted: Wednesday, May 11, 06:47:56am
In reply to: Yem 's message, "I still exist May 11, 2011" on Wednesday, May 11, 06:37:57am

Breakfast With Tiffany (2009)

Tin cans, newspapers, old cereal boxes. He used what he had on hand to make a life-like re-creation of his wife. He was lonely. Irma had been away at her mother's for two weeks, tending to her during a gall-bladder operation; and in a desperate attempt at a resolution, Dayne took an old paint can which he used for a head, stuffed an old blouse of his wife's with various grades of paper and did the same with an old pair of her Levi jeans.

When he had finished, Dayne stood back and like Dr. Frankenstein, surveyed his experiment.

He called Her Tiffany.

They ate breakfast together and watched ballgames. His wife hated sports. She'd complain whenever he turned the channel to watch anything athletic; and if always ended in a fight. Dayne and Tiffany never argued. She always smiled pleasantly, would sit quietly in the car when they went shopping for groceries...and she never complained when he bought the cheaper laundry detergent...or purchased beer instead of bread.

One morning at breakfast while he and Tiffany sat discussing the designated hitter rule, the phone rang and Dave said thoughtfully, "Don't get up honey, I'll answer it!"

On the other end, a familiar voice spoke warmly, "Darling, mother is much better today. I'll be coming home tomorrow, did you miss me?"

It was an easy enough question but it confused him, "What, huh, oh, yes, that is good dear, why yes, I, umm, I missed you, of course!" His wife continued to talk but he didn't pay attention, though he did add "yes" and "uh huh" at all the right pauses in their conversation. When she hung up, he walked over to Tiffany, sat down next to her and thought. She sat quietly, allowing him to ponder, uninterrupted. She did not even offer an objection when he told her that he'd "lost his appetite" and went and threw his half-full bowl of cereal in the trash.

He stood near the sink and looked at her and smiled...then thought of his wife and the smile turned to a frown...he had a hard decision to make...and there wasn't much time to make it. He had until tomorrow to decide.

Yemassee, copyright 2009

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