16,210. HAVING NEVER KNOWN THE ROTUNDITIES

HAVING NEVER KNOWN 

THE ROTUNDITIES

Having never known the Rotundities I cannot

speak for nor of them. Though I will try. The father,

I remember, was a strange guy who played lots of

golf. Bad golf, like working men do. Golf is really a

desk-guy's sport, not that of a laborer, right? I've no

idea what he did after games, or between  -  cocktails

with the high-rollers? He wouldn't have understood a

blasted thing. Pinching the waitresses, and bedding one

down. Well, maybe - but everyone tries something

like that, even the rich old crank from the local

insurance company. Then he goes home and beats

up the wife 'cause she won't beat him off.

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They had a son in that mix too, Simon. Yep, Simon

Rotundity. He pitched cards at the local bar and

played pool to win a million. No better chance of

that than a lottery draw at a Mega Millions convention. 

He drove a '81 Monte Carlo, long and suave like he 

was dreaming of something. He might have been gay,

though he did have a girlfriend, as I recall, Sheila.

Sheila and Simon, both did the pie-man.

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Deborah was the daughter; always reading a book or

drawing circles at the table. Art and festering poetry,

fairy tales and ancient Greek mythology. Pretty boring,

but some guys said she had her charms. I saw her just

the other days at Wegman's in Dunnellen. She's held up

pretty well, but she does look to be a bore.