How many of you read the obituaries? Connie thinks I have a morbid curiosity because I like to know who’s still among the living and who’s not. Sometimes you find out fascinating things about total strangers. So far, none of them have bequeathed me a million dollars.
I’ll be reading one of these interesting epitaphs out loud and Connie will ask, “How did they die?” (Like, I’m supposed to know.) “It doesn’t say,” I reply, “but they were only ninety-six, so let’s assume it was in the throes of passion.”
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“This is where you’ll be sleeping tonight,” I point to a cot. “And remember, no sparks or open flames.”
“I drive all the way from Pennsylvania and you make me sleep in this dump?” Perry tossed his duffel bag in the direction of a folding chair.
“Hey, you volunteered. Go green, you said. Avoid dangerous pesticides. Don’t harm the environment.”
“I should’ve known something was up when you and Connie kept shoving brown beans, sweet potatoes, and broccoli in front of me at dinner.”
“It’s just for one night. Once you’ve exterminated the insects here, you’ll move to the garage.”
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