Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Velma, Chapter Two

for Liz French

 I poked at Velma's smoldering cigarette butt in the ashtray
 with the point of a pencil. Why do women always do that?
Velma crossed her shapely left leg over her right,
then  changed to her right over her left. I didn't pretend not to look.

 "Well?" asked Velma.

 I said, "Velma, what part of 'I don't do divorce work'
 don't you understand?"

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Enjoyed this, Bob. Very much. I hardly know Liz French, though I chat with her for a few minutes, and get to spend a little time in her company, at each year's WFMU marathon. A little reunion that makes me content.
 
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