I HAVE A GENTLE
AUSPICES
This cat can take to clothing like a
moth - and all this while I'm trying to
eat spaghetti. Today at the office, Myra,
the receptionist, came in to tell me she'd
be leaving a month from now. Going to
live somewhere else - to be with an old
aunt in old Acapulco. I asked her why. Why
not just bring the aunt here, since she had
it so good. Why uproot, transplant, and all
that? She said I sounded like a gardener.
I said that wasn't my wont. What I wanted,
actually, was for her not to leave. Then, I
did have to finally confess my love for her,
tell her about pining all these years for her
kiss. She came over, took my hand, and
kissed me, saying - 'Really? Here; that's
all it is, you silly, fool man.' I sighed,
and we left it at that.
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