Sunday, November 1st 2020
AT RISE: It is late morning Sunday, the ‘rents are out -sans enfants– for a much anticipated matin a Cheteau CostCo.
Him: Remember if you feel overwhelmed, it’s okay to pull over into a side aisle and just go ‘phleughhhh.’
Her: That’s good advice for any time; thanks!
[Then.]
Her: Sees piano. Hears piano. Sees price of piano. Knows everything she wants AND doesn’t want in a piano (which heretofore hasn’t existed).
Also Her: Touches piano. Breathes. Tinkles some keys. Breathes again. Dabbles at remembering how to do anything on a piano. Distant parts of psyche crackle. Eyes leak.
Her: [To him.] I’m overjoyed.
Him: Oh?
Her: Because I know what I’m getting for my 50th birthday.
Him: Oh?
Her: That piano.
Him: Oh!
Monday, November 2nd 2020
[One day and one grand dip into savings later]:
To be continued…
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