I Blame the Dutch (mpoetess) wrote,
I Blame the Dutch

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The Tale of Someone

At 7:00 PM, eastern standard time, moments after arriving home from mailing versaphile's books (should be there Friday), Someone said, "I'm just gonna run downstairs to the bathroom and then we can take out the trash."

"Uh-huh," said I, and went upstairs to get online.

At 9:05 PM, eastern standard time, Someone, after much clomping up of basement stairs, shouted, "I'm sooooooo sorry..."

"Uh-huh," said I, and continued to be upstairs, online. Staring out the office window at the Big Scary Darkness That One Cannot Take Trash Out In.

At 9:47 PM, eastern standard time, I went downstairs for euphemistic reasons. Someone was neither at her desk, nor on the couch.

"Nooooooooooo.....!" I cried, for that left only one viable alternative, and the Peepee Dance, I did not want to do.

But from around the corner at the dining room table, where no one ever sits, Someone's voice rang out, "What?"

I rounded the corner to observe Someone sitting at the table, already 200+ pages into A Very Thick Black Book.

The Very Thick Black Book, which Someone had neglected to mention had arrived in the mail from amazon.co.uk. The Very Thick Black Book that Someone had been reading in the bathroom for the last two hours.

Someone may have met with a small accident, but if you don't hear from her in the near future, rest assured that she is safe being stored in a safe place.
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