He took a cake from me. Said these were his favorite. A year ago, I couldn’t even get him to take food from me in a dream.
At the potluck, he asked to sit next to me. He was on my right and Bill, the one he’s quietly and privately deemed his nemisis on the left. Twin Tauruses, born 6 days apart. Both married and to be married in the same location.
Can’t they see who brought them into orbit.
I was more comfortable talking with Bill. Found my arm draped over Bill’s chair, casually, the universal display of territorial ownership. Dropped my arm as soon I realized. Last thing I need is that caught on tape.
He told me my meatballs were the hit. Later, he told me he ate 7 of them. When he left, he thanked me for the cake and the meatballs.
1. You are just starting to understand how well-fed you would be with me.
2. Elvis has left the building.
3. Don’t worry. We’re still friends.